Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 144

Timothy's sharp, handsome features were so dark with anger, it was as if a storm cloud hung over his face. Whatever patience he had left was vanishing fast.

"Jessica." His voice was icy, each word razor-edged. "Have I been too lenient with you?"

He'd compromised again and again, thinking she'd finally meet him halfway.

But instead he let out a short, humorless laugh.

Without warning, Timothy grabbed her wrist, his grip harsh and unyielding.

A fierce pain shot up Jessica's arm, and before she could react, he'd all but manhandled her into the car.

The door slammed shut behind her.

She reached out, trying to open it, but Timothy had already locked it. He strode around to the driver's side, only unlocking the doors once he was seated behind the wheel.

Jessica tried again to reach for the handle, but Timothy pulled her back, his hand firm and unbending.

"Must you ruin everything?" he snapped.

punishment, then took him to the amusement park as a reward. He'd insisted Jessica come along,

and she still didn't understand

her as a sensible, gracious wife who knew when

she'd been disappointing him again

her hands, signing, *You know I'm on my period. Why are you

"You're going to the amusement park —whether you like it or not! Who gave you the right to

pushing him

he really going to let

seatbelt across her,

her-so distant, so cold, a faint, resigned smile

night felt like

she married him, Jessica was under no illusions about their differences. She'd always been careful not

being mute since childhood, she'd learned to swallow countless jabs and taunts; pride

has their

ruthless, unyielding words cut through her last

woman, a legal citizen-she had

*Is it because I can't speak that you think I'm easy to bully? That you can threaten and force me just because you have money and power? If you're so tough, why don't you go claim your real true love instead of using me

she made him angrier. Her hands moved rapidly, signing, *So what