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.

loving wife anymore, not in that

surge of anger twisted Timothy's

pushed him to the edge more than once. Not

her over the years, letting

He was done negotiating.

take them to bed, they

didn't hurt herself, unlike the last time, when she'd bitten her own tongue till it

wouldn't let

he pressed his mouth

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

Jessica's wide, beautiful eyes, soaking her thick, fluttering lashes. The taste

Timothy froze.

back, seeing the redness at the corners of

flushed, her lips trembling, her gaze fractured and vulnerable—so heartbreakingly delicate that it tugged at

her cheek with

are you crying?

hard she thought her teeth

shout-she was mute, her

to scream

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

her waist, lifting her as easily as picking up a

of the desk behind

her. She buried her face in his neck, wishing she