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?"

won't listen to anything I say right now, but could you just calm down and think about it for a minute? Do you remember something I once told

over the years. How am I supposed to know which

her gaze, then quietly repeated the

jealous of her, you're willing to throw away our marriage? Throw away your

echoed the exact tone he'd used the first time

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

was a sincerity in Timothy's voice

seven years. Never, not until the divorce was looming,

blame it on interruptions? You rushed to her side every time

care about her, she's always an outsider

I might marry her—”

her words edged with anger.

interest in hearing about your past

begun to

doesn't matter if

or not. You're my wife. We're in this together. There's no reason for

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