Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 141

In the mirror, Timothy stood behind her, carefully drying her long, damp hair.

He was always like this.

Every so often, in the smallest details, he'd remind her that he could be attentive, thoughtful even.

He did it so effortlessly.

Jessica had no idea how he managed to seem so calm, as if nothing that had ever broken her heart had anything to do with him, as if he'd never done anything to hurt her in the first place.

He acted as though he had every right to do as he pleased, to live as he wished. Jessica sat quietly, hands folded in her lap.

She knew if she tried to take the hairdryer from him, it would only irritate him.

She wasn't the type to argue. She didn't see the point.

Her hair was gorgeous-thick, glossy, and dark.

When her hair was finally dry, it fell in a waterfall down to her waist, catching the light as she moved.

Timothy put the hairdryer away, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to her hair. His voice was low and rough, "I'm going to shower. Wait for me in bed."

The deep, husky timbre of his voice lingered in the room even after he'd disappeared into the bathroom.

This couldn't go on.

If they stayed in the same room, and he tried something tonight, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him.

traveling for work at

It made her restless.

found herself wondering how she might

suddenly, a warm sensation

let out a small breath

Her period had started.

lower abdomen, and

pulled out a pad, and set it

later, the cramps began-mild at first, then sharper, deepening as time

the cancer making everything worse, weakening her body in ways she

she steadied herself against the pain and, in full view of him,

eyes narrowed

started?"

She nodded.

of underwear, pressed a hand to her aching

everything, every

came out, Timothy

Better that way.

have to think of ways

covers and climbed into

cold, the cramps sharper

women went through. The first day was always the

sleep to come. Barely five minutes had passed when the

knew it was

didn't open her