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

surge of anger twisted Timothy's

to the edge more

spoiled her over the years, letting her get

He was done negotiating.

you take them to bed, they soften

the last time, when

gripped her jaw, firm but careful. He wouldn't let her get hurt

Jessica could react, he pressed

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

eyes, soaking her thick,

Timothy froze.

the redness at the corners

to them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, her

from her cheek with the back of

are you crying? Did I hurt

clenched her jaw so hard

speak, couldn't shout-she was mute, her voice locked deep

she wanted to scream stuck in her throat,

signing slowly:

lifting her as easily as

caught sight of the desk behind

of shame crashed over her. She buried her face in his