Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 29

Seven years of marriage.

Could it really be because of that man last night?

Timothy's dark eyes seemed to deepen, almost swallowing the light.

He narrowed his gaze, jaw tight, and grabbed Jessica's chin, trying to force her to

speak.

Jessica's lips parted unwillingly.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

His voice was low, edged with a simmering anger he couldn't quite hide.

When Timothy caught a glimpse of her pale pink tongue, it was still bleeding.

Moving to the nightstand, he pulled out a few wet wipes and came back, carefully wiping the blood from her skin.

Blood was still trickling from the corner of her mouth.

His brow furrowed in frustration. He shoved the remaining wipes into her hand and, without another word, swept her into his arms.

They had barely stepped out of the master bedroom-crossing only a few paces -when Sheila appeared from the living room, a glass of water in hand. She stopped short, staring at them.

lips, the cluster of bruises along her neck, and her robe slipping off one shoulder,

pressed her lips together, concern coloring

the hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy said, striding past

on the glass loosened; it crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water

been so rough that

the mouth... that

be wild in bed. No wonder she

her lip, just imagine what he was

hadn't been for Jessica's connection as his aunt

rushed Jessica to

stopped the bleeding, and

to avoid hot food and stick to

wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica back

look. "You made such a scene, forcing me to come and get you

didn't understand a word

raised her hands, forming the words slowly in sign language: "Timothy, let's get

seemed to freeze for

to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for

Patience?

tolerating

home, and he had

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