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.

Jessica's bloody lips, the cluster of bruises along her neck, and her robe slipping off one shoulder, rumpled and

together, concern coloring her tone. "What happened to

the hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy said,

crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water

been so rough that

the mouth... that

wild in bed. No wonder she

her lip, just imagine what he was like in

his aunt

rushed Jessica

doctor cleaned her up, stopped the bleeding, and

and stick to liquids for a

Timothy led Jessica

a scene, forcing me to come and

didn't understand a

forming the words slowly in sign language: "Timothy, let's get

freeze

everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for a divorce? You're

Patience?

was tolerating whom,

home, and he had the nerve to

quick, agitated signs. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't announce our marriage certificate. I promised you

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