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?"

right now, but could you just calm down and think about it for a minute?

the years. How am I supposed to know which one

repeated the words

willing to throw away our marriage? Throw away your

exact tone he'd used the first time he said those

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

in Timothy's voice

was looming, had he ever spoken to her so patiently,

nothing 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 mattered.

But if you just let me explain, you'll understand. We're married. No matter how much I care about her, she's

I might marry her—”

was sharp, her words edged with anger. "I

about your past with

only just begun to heal. She didn't want to rip them

if you want

There's no reason

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