Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 82

"Easy now, don't make a fuss. Tonight, I'll give you what you want, alright?"

It was rare for Timothy to take the time to coax her like this.

He hoped she would realize her mistake and behave herself.

A little sulking now and then-he could tolerate that.

His breath brushed against her ear, his voice low and coaxing.

Jessica felt like she was losing her mind.

What had she done to make him think she was desperate for him?

She reached out, pressing her palm firmly against Timothy's chest.

He straightened up, his dark eyes fixed on her. The gentle, refined look from moments ago had clouded over, replaced by something far more somber.

Jessica glared at him, her hands moving swiftly in sign language: *"I don't want this. Stop forcing things. If you keep pushing, what happened last time will happen again."*

She couldn't have made her feelings any clearer.

He hadn't caught him cheating-at least, not physically.

But emotionally, that betrayal was just as real to her and just as unforgivable.

couldn't pretend to be his loving wife anymore, not in that

surge of anger

temper easily, but lately, she'd pushed him to the edge more than once. Not all of it was her fault,

the years, letting her

He was done negotiating.

you take them to bed, they soften

time she didn't hurt herself, unlike the last time, when she'd

wouldn't let her get

could react, he pressed his mouth

but the difference in their strength was absolute. He overpowered her, holding her

to resist, hot tears slid from Jessica's wide, beautiful eyes, soaking her

Timothy froze.

seeing the redness at the corners

tiny droplets clinging to them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, her gaze fractured

brushed the tears from her cheek

are you crying? Did I hurt

jaw so hard she

was mute, her

The words she wanted to scream

trembling arm, signing slowly: *"Timothy, can you please stop?"* "Stop

her as easily as

of the desk

buried her face in his neck,