Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Easy now, don't make a fuss. Tonight, I'll give you what you want, alright?"

It was rare for Timothy to take the time to coax her like this.

He hoped she would realize her mistake and behave herself.

A little sulking now and then-he could tolerate that.

His breath brushed against her ear, his voice low and coaxing.

Jessica felt like she was losing her mind.

What had she done to make him think she was desperate for him?

She reached out, pressing her palm firmly against Timothy's chest.

He straightened up, his dark eyes fixed on her. The gentle, refined look from moments ago had clouded over, replaced by something far more somber.

Jessica glared at him, her hands moving swiftly in sign language: *"I don't want this. Stop forcing things. If you keep pushing, what happened last time will happen again."*

She couldn't have made her feelings any clearer.

He hadn't caught him cheating-at least, not physically.

But emotionally, that betrayal was just as real to her and just as unforgivable.

loving wife anymore,

of anger twisted

him to the edge more

the years, letting her get too

He was done negotiating.

take them to bed, they soften

make sure this time she didn't hurt herself, unlike the

wouldn't let her get hurt again. Blood,

react, he pressed his

difference in their strength was absolute. He overpowered her, holding her jaw, controlling her every movement,

Jessica's wide, beautiful eyes, soaking her thick, fluttering lashes. The

Timothy froze.

redness at the

lashes were dark and wet, tiny droplets clinging to them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, her gaze

her cheek with the

you crying? Did I hurt

jaw so hard she thought

couldn't shout-she was mute, her voice locked deep

wanted to scream stuck

arm, signing slowly: *"Timothy, can you

arms slid around her waist, lifting her as easily as picking