Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You just got off the plane. Get some sleep-I'll keep an eye on Daisy."

"No need."

She turned away, refusing to look at him.

"You look exhausted, Jessica. Don't push yourself."

His voice was already pleasant, but with that gentle concern, it was even harder to resist.

But words like that he'd never have said them to her before.

And now, she didn't want to hear them.

"It's pointless, Timothy. No matter what you do now, I'm going through with the divorce."

"I know," Timothy replied, lowering his voice so he wouldn't disturb Daisy. "I just wanted to do something for you before it's all over. I know you've been helping out with the housework, making donations, giving Carlisle and the others a chance. I know all of it."

Jessica lifted her chin, her eyes shining with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall.

if

anything I say right now, but could you just calm down and think about it for

over the years. How am I supposed to know which one you

quietly repeated the words

you're jealous of her, you're willing to throw away our marriage? Throw away your

exact tone he'd used the first time

stairs, Kane called me and asked me to come check on her. I didn't have a chance to explain things to you. Every time I tried, something else interrupted. And by the time I finally got the chance, you

Timothy's voice she

been married seven years. Never, not until the divorce was looming, had he ever spoken to

cool and distant: "How can you blame it on interruptions? You rushed to her side every

my fault. But if you just let me explain, you'll understand. We're married. No matter how much I care about her, she's always an outsider to us. Seven years ago,

I might marry her—”

sharp, her words edged with

hearing about your past with

were wounds-scars she'd only just begun to heal. She didn't

if

my wife. We're in this together. There's no reason for

BUTS