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?"

say right now, but could you just calm down and think about it for a minute? Do you remember something I

years. How am I supposed to

quietly repeated the words he'd once said to

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

used the

I-it's not what 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

Timothy's voice she hadn't heard

the divorce was looming, had

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

you'll understand. We're married. No matter how much I care about her, she's always an outsider to us. Seven years ago, she saved my life. I think I mentioned this before. And yes,

I might marry her—”

Jessica's whisper was sharp, her words edged with

about

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

doesn't matter if you want to

There's no reason

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