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

lot over the years. How am I supposed to know which one you

held her gaze, then quietly repeated the words he'd

really set on this just because you're jealous of her, you're willing to throw away our marriage? Throw away

used the first time he said

you think. That day she fell down 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 chance, you wouldn't listen anymore.

sincerity in Timothy's voice she hadn't heard

Never, not until the divorce was looming, had

distant: "How can you blame it on interruptions? You rushed to her side every time something happened, like nothing else mattered. Don't pretend it was anything

understand. We're married. No matter how much I care about her, she's always

I might marry her—”

sharp, her words edged

interest in hearing about your past with

she'd only just begun to heal. She

doesn't matter if

together. There's no reason for you to be jealous of

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