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.

fault, I admit it, Jessy..." Suddenly, Timothy caught her hand, pried the knife from her loose grip, and tossed it aside. He crouched down in

he pressed her hand to his face,

him, detached, as if nothing about this

felt the weight of helplessness pressing down on him. He lowered his head onto her lap, voice thick with emotion. "It's been so long since we've been close. I just... I missed you.

meant to hurt

to take her shower last night, burning hotter

not even a

to make things right, desperate to

how things

nothing. Only

of her mouth. The memory of his own animalistic behavior twisted

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

he called

in the throes of passion, would he whisper Jessy

again. But

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

a startled bird. She shook uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes glazed

barely breathe. Awkwardly, he withdrew his hand, hovering uselessly in the air before letting it