Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 29

Seven years of marriage.

Could it really be because of that man last night?

Timothy's dark eyes seemed to deepen, almost swallowing the light.

He narrowed his gaze, jaw tight, and grabbed Jessica's chin, trying to force her to

speak.

Jessica's lips parted unwillingly.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

His voice was low, edged with a simmering anger he couldn't quite hide.

When Timothy caught a glimpse of her pale pink tongue, it was still bleeding.

Moving to the nightstand, he pulled out a few wet wipes and came back, carefully wiping the blood from her skin.

Blood was still trickling from the corner of her mouth.

His brow furrowed in frustration. He shoved the remaining wipes into her hand and, without another word, swept her into his arms.

They had barely stepped out of the master bedroom-crossing only a few paces -when Sheila appeared from the living room, a glass of water in hand. She stopped short, staring at them.

of bruises along her neck, and her robe slipping

concern coloring her tone. "What

the hospital. We'll talk later,"

glass loosened; it crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water

been so rough that Jessica

the mouth... that

No wonder she got pregnant with

could split her lip, just imagine what

aunt by marriage, would

Jessica to

cleaned her up, stopped the bleeding, and prescribed

her to avoid hot food and stick to liquids for a

the wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica back

soon as he shut the door, he shot her a cold look. "You made such a scene, forcing me to come and get you myself. And now you act

understand a word

only raised her hands, forming the words slowly in

seemed to freeze for

everyone in broad daylight, and then at

Patience?

was tolerating whom,

lover home, and he had

you're talking about. I didn't

betrayed their marriage, she'd never planned to make a scene —least of all now, during what might be the last six months