Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She had just raised her hand, about to ask him what was really going on between him and Sheila.

But Timothy caught her hand, pulling her beneath him without giving her a chance speak, clearly unwilling to waste a moment of their time together as husband and wife.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head and kissed her, shutting down any attempt at conversation.

Tonight, he was relentless.

Just as Jessica felt herself starting to unravel, a sudden, frantic knock sounded

from the hallway.

Timothy froze mid-motion.

"Timothy? Jessica? Are you two awake? Henry's stomach hurts really badly-he's crying..."

Sheila's voice trembled on the other side of the door, tinged with panic.

Timothy immediately rolled off Jessica.

"Go check on him for a moment-I'll be there right away."

to clear the air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd

was already half-dressed, pulling on his shirt

slipped into her silk robe and got

must be feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such a moment. And it

ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and, for

some rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll take care

still wanted to go with

could see the worry in her

want to see him suffer any more

The tension between them these past few days was something he never wanted to experience again. All

didn't want to hold him up, so she nodded

the door. Sheila was pacing anxiously

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

rushed upstairs to the guest room. Little Henry was curled

kept whispering,

for his mom. Old