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.

her right up to the

everything to step out of their way. What more did he

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Are you really trying

pried it off with all her strength, and flung it aside. Her voice trembled with emotion, her gestures wild and desperate. "I want a divorce- a

red and shining with suppressed

now

her head

woman needed

at his hair, bit down hard on his lip-the taste of blood quickly spreading between them, sharp

refused to let her

him, aiming for the one place she'd heard men

moved, Timothy wedged his

him, struggling

her hot tears scalded his lips that he finally released her, cupping her face

her cheeks, one after another, falling in a silent cascade. Her eyes

was sharp and suffocating. Seven years of marriage, and he had never seen her cry

him, each sparkling drop like a star-making him want to be gentle, to treasure