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.

it aside. He crouched down in front of her, guiding her hand to his cheek. "Go ahead. Hit me. Don't stop until you're not

try. Though he pressed her hand to his

just stared at him, detached, as

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

to

the moment she went to take

of nicotine, no bottle of whiskey, not even a freezing shower could smother

things right, desperate to hold her

even say how things had gone so wrong in

Only silence hung between

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

and warm-his voice the same way she used to love hearing

he called

throes of passion, would he whisper Jessy

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

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

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

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