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.

loose grip, and tossed it aside. He crouched down in front of her, guiding her hand

her hand to his face, her fingers stayed limp, barely grazing his

at him, detached, as if nothing about this

so long since we've

meant to hurt her like

went to take her shower last night, burning

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

make things right, desperate to hold her gently,

things had gone so wrong

nothing. Only silence

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

and warm-his voice the same

he called her

in the throes of

again and again. But

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

a startled bird. She

until he could barely breathe. Awkwardly, he withdrew his hand, hovering