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.

cluster of bruises along her neck, and her robe slipping

together, concern coloring her tone. "What happened

her to the hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy

the floor, shattering

so rough that Jessica

the mouth...

wild in bed. No wonder

could split her lip, just imagine what he was like in other

aunt by marriage, would she

Jessica to

her up, stopped the bleeding, and prescribed

her to avoid hot food and

Timothy led

"You made such a scene, forcing me to come and

didn't understand a word

only raised her hands, forming the words slowly in sign language: "Timothy, let's get

seemed to freeze

mocking and cold. "You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for a divorce? You're really testing my patience, aren't

Patience?

tolerating whom,

his lover home, and he

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

he'd betrayed their marriage, she'd never planned to make a scene —least of all now,