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.

to be his loving wife anymore, not in that

surge of anger twisted Timothy's

lose his temper easily, but lately, she'd pushed him to the edge more than once. Not all

spoiled her over the

He was done negotiating.

you take them to bed, they soften

hurt herself, unlike the last time, when

firm but careful. He wouldn't let her get

Jessica could react, he pressed his mouth to

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

resist, hot tears slid from Jessica's wide, beautiful eyes, soaking her thick, fluttering lashes. The

Timothy froze.

the redness at

cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, her gaze fractured

cheek with the back

you crying?

her jaw so hard she

was mute, her voice

words she wanted to scream

arm, signing slowly:

lifting her as easily