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.

He crouched down in front of her,

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

just stared at him, detached, as

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. I missed you so much I couldn't

never meant to hurt her like

her had started the moment she went to take her shower last night, burning hotter with every

bottle of whiskey, not even a freezing shower could

desperate to make things right, desperate to hold her gently, to coax her

couldn't even say how things

nothing. Only silence hung

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

warm-his voice the

called

in the throes of passion, would he whisper Jessy

her name again and again. But for her, there had only

reached for her face, wanting to comfort her, to ask if it

flinching from his touch like a startled bird. She shook uncontrollably, her

desperate trembling squeezed Timothy's heart until he could barely breathe. Awkwardly, he withdrew his