Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica's beautiful eyes brimmed with despair.

She signed with aching hands, "I can do papercutting, and I can also—"

"That's enough."

Timothy cut her off mid-sentence. "Those little patterns you taught Henry to make -how much do you think they're worth? Could you even buy a bottle of water with that?"

Jessica's lips curled into a bitter smile.

For most people, a bottle of water costs just a dollar or two.

But Timothy was different. The water his family drank came from Hawaii-deep ocean water, drawn from a thousand meters below the Pacific, concentrated, then diluted a hundredfold for drinking. It contained dozens of trace minerals, the magnesium content was off the charts compared to regular water, and a 500ml bottle cost over five hundred dollars.

One could only imagine how extravagant the rest of their life was.

Jessica signed again, fingers dancing, "You were born into privilege. You don't know what struggle means. Most people in this world drink water that costs a dollar a bottle-why shouldn't I?"

The thought of Jessica drinking cheap water made Timothy's heart twist painfully. She was his wife! She didn't need to live like ordinary people.

He could provide her with water that cost five hundred, even five thousand dollars a bottle if she wanted it.

stormy. "You really want to make things

her hands moving with quiet grace. "I don't see it as hardship. Everyone has their own idea of happiness and suffering. Being forbidden

was worn

sofa with his knees, pressing Jessica back until she was flush against

his eyes smoldering with a fire that

let out a cold laugh. "You think you know what hardship is out there? You can't speak, you'd never land a respectable

was so close now, there wasn't even room for her to

able to speak-there were so many things it

went out, yes, people would mock her, or stare at her

plenty of that? Maybe even more than

slid down beside her, sitting so close their

his voice low and tired. "I'm exhausted these days. Can you stop pushing for once? Let me rest a bit. Tonight

turning to look

let her hands

being able to speak; if someone wasn't watching, it didn't matter how clear her signing was no one would

tried to

as soon as she shifted, Timothy's long arm slid behind her neck, holding her close, giving her no chance