Goodbye, Mr. Regret

His voice wasn't loud, but it still carried the edge of a command.

Jessica's hand was trapped in his grip; she couldn't respond, forced to accept his ridiculous charity.

Her face remained expressionless.

Timothy remembered once passing through a department store and, on a whim, spotting a pair of pearl earrings that seemed perfect for her. When he brought them home, her eyes had shimmered with light, like stars.

He leaned in close, his voice husky. "Didn't you love it when I gave you presents? This is a special ring-it plays music. I had it made just for you."

Seven years. They'd been married for seven years.

With his sharp mind and keen perception, there was no way he didn't know she loved him.

He was skilled at toying with her feelings.

He knew how to say the cruelest things to hurt her.

He'd done the harshest things—almost destroyed her.

And then, as if nothing ever happened, he'd act like everything was fine.

He'd slap her with one hand, and offer her a sweet with the other.

He made her feel like she was nothing to him-cheap, disposable.

Suddenly, Timothy released her hand. As Jessica tried to get up, he pulled her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pressing his face to her chest.

move. Let me stay like this for a

pity him for his exhaustion; she just felt suffocated by his iron grip and

silent, and the

while, she heard his breathing become slow

She frowned.

really fallen asleep

what felt like five minutes before she tried

Let me hold you just a

if

he wasn't really

Jessica let him rest his

really was tired. Sitting like that, he drifted

Jessica dozed off too, arms somehow winding around Timothy's

her eyes again, she was back in the room she

clock on the wall-it was

She'd slept so deeply!

how she'd gotten

her illness

Ines's exhibition in

The gallery would

Jessica scrambled out of bed and hurried to

the ring on her finger