Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You just got off the plane. Get some sleep-I'll keep an eye on Daisy."

"No need."

She turned away, refusing to look at him.

"You look exhausted, Jessica. Don't push yourself."

His voice was already pleasant, but with that gentle concern, it was even harder to resist.

But words like that he'd never have said them to her before.

And now, she didn't want to hear them.

"It's pointless, Timothy. No matter what you do now, I'm going through with the divorce."

"I know," Timothy replied, lowering his voice so he wouldn't disturb Daisy. "I just wanted to do something for you before it's all over. I know you've been helping out with the housework, making donations, giving Carlisle and the others a chance. I know all of it."

Jessica lifted her chin, her eyes shining with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall.

"So what if you know?"

could you just calm down and think about it for

the years. How am I supposed to know which one

then quietly repeated

this just because you're jealous of her, you're willing to throw away our marriage? Throw away your family?" His voice was low

echoed the exact tone he'd used the first time

the stairs, Kane called me and asked me to come check on her. I didn't have a chance to explain things to you. Every time I tried, something else interrupted. And by the time I finally got the

Timothy's voice she hadn't heard

not until the divorce was looming,

to her. Her response was cool and distant: "How can you blame it on interruptions? You rushed to her side every time something happened, like nothing else

just let me explain, you'll understand. We're married. No matter how much I care about her, she's always an outsider to us. Seven years

I might marry her—”

was sharp, her words edged with anger. "I

interest in hearing about your

her, those memories were wounds-scars she'd only just begun to heal. She didn't want to

if you want to

this together. There's no

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