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, not in that

surge of anger twisted

lose his temper easily, but lately, she'd pushed him to the edge more than once. Not all of it was her fault, but she kept brushing up

back, he realized he'd spoiled her over the years, letting her

He was done negotiating.

them to bed,

didn't hurt herself, unlike the

her jaw, firm but careful. He wouldn't let her get

could react, he pressed his mouth

him away, but the difference in their strength was absolute. He overpowered her, holding

beautiful eyes, soaking her thick, fluttering lashes.

Timothy froze.

the redness at the corners of

tiny droplets clinging to them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, her gaze fractured

her cheek with

crying? Did

her jaw so hard she thought her

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

The words she wanted to scream

raised a trembling arm, signing slowly: *"Timothy,

slid around her waist, lifting her as easily as picking