Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 325

Jessica's fingers tightened ever so slightly around the knife.

What was the point of his words now-did he expect her to be moved?

Sorry. That wasn't going to happen.

Timothy caught sight of her listless eyes and the glint of metal in her grip. His voice came low and rough. "About last night... I'm sorry. I lost control."

He sounded calm, almost gentle, as if he wanted to reach out and soothe the bruises he'd left on her cheek.

Jessica lifted her gaze, meeting Timothy's deep, ocean-blue eyes. A mirthless smile tugged at her lips.

Their marriage was unraveling, inching toward its end.

He played the same game over and over, each time cutting her heart open, letting it bleed anew.

Jessica's cold, bitter smile sliced right through Timothy.

He'd gone too far last night.

caught her hand, pried the knife from her loose grip, and tossed it aside. He crouched down in front of her, guiding her hand to his cheek. "Go ahead. Hit me. Don't stop until

even try. Though he pressed her hand to his face, her fingers

as

thick with emotion. "It's been so long

never meant to

she went to take her shower last night, burning hotter with every minute at

no bottle of whiskey, not

things right, desperate to hold her

say how things had

Only silence hung

head, his eyes catching on the cut at the corner of her mouth. The memory of his own animalistic

his tongue, deep and warm-his voice the same way she

called her

the throes of

her name again and again.

trembling, reached for her face, wanting to comfort her, to

a startled bird.

he could barely breathe. Awkwardly, he withdrew his hand, hovering uselessly in the