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, not

of anger twisted

temper easily, but lately, she'd pushed him to the edge more than

he realized he'd spoiled her over the years, letting her get

He was done negotiating.

them

herself, unlike the last time, when she'd bitten her own

firm but careful. He wouldn't let her

he pressed

their strength was absolute. He overpowered her, holding her jaw, controlling her every movement, stopping her

hot tears slid from Jessica's wide, beautiful eyes, soaking her thick, fluttering lashes. The taste of salt filled both their

Timothy froze.

drew back, seeing the redness at

clinging to them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, her gaze fractured and vulnerable—so heartbreakingly delicate that it tugged at something deep inside

from her cheek with the

crying? Did I hurt

clenched her jaw so hard she thought her teeth might

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

The words she wanted to scream

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

waist, lifting her as easily as

of the desk

buried her face in his neck, wishing