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.

pretend to be his loving wife anymore,

surge of anger

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

her over the years, letting her

He was done negotiating.

take them to

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

let her get hurt

could react, he pressed

trying to push him away, 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 of salt

Timothy froze.

drew back, seeing the redness at

cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling,

tears from her cheek with the back

you crying?

her jaw so hard

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

to scream stuck in her throat,

arm, signing slowly: *"Timothy,

slid around her waist, lifting her as

sight of

over her. She buried her