Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sheila hurried out of the car, making her way over to them.

With an apologetic look, she turned to Jessica and tried to explain, "Jessica, please don't be mad at Kane. He's always been like that-joking around, speaking before he thinks. I already gave him a piece of my mind. But you not coming home... well, both Timothy and Henry were worried about you."

Jessica found these hollow words nauseating.

The way Timothy's friends treated her was a perfect reflection of Timothy's own attitude.

Then Sheila turned to Timothy, putting on a gentle voice. "Timothy, you shouldn't be upset with Kane either, okay?"

"I'm not that petty. It's late. You should get some rest," Timothy replied, his tone flat.

Without another word, he grabbed Jessica's hand and pulled her forcefully into the house.

Sheila stayed where she was, jaw clenched tight.

Timothy was caring more and more about Jessica. Tonight, he'd finally acknowledged her in front of everyone. Was it only a matter of time before he announced her identity to the world?

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Jessica yanked her hand free from Timothy's grip, her anger barely contained.

She had never felt so much pain in her heart.

She only had six months left-she just wanted to spend that time quietly, in peace.

kept pushing her

Sheila in her life, done everything to step out of their

cold as he stared at her flushed, angry face. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Are

emotion, her gestures wild and desperate. "I want a divorce- a divorce, Timothy! How many times do I

and shining

soft, beautiful eyes now blazed with sparks

caught the back of her head and crushed

rebellious woman needed to

on his lip-the taste of

to let

to knee him, aiming for the one place

Timothy wedged his leg between hers,

fighting him,

scalded his lips that he finally released her, cupping her face as he pulled

down her cheeks, one after another, falling in a silent cascade. Her eyes were so full of pain it was nearly unbearable to

almost stopped. The pain in his chest was sharp and suffocating. Seven years of

were soft, pleading tears beneath him, each sparkling drop like a star-making him want to be gentle, to treasure