Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy didn't move a muscle. He wasn't worried at all.

He knew Jessica too well-she could never go through with it. She was just too kind.

"One week," he said softly. "In a week, I'll take you home. After all these years of marriage, we've never taken a trip together."

The next second, Jessica pulled the knife away from his neck.

He thought she was backing down.

But then, without warning, Jessica drove the blade straight into his abdomen.

Blood gushed out, soaking Timothy's shirt in seconds.

He stared at her, shocked and speechless.

Jessica hadn't cut his throat-she was afraid she might hit an artery by mistake.

On this island, their house was the only one for miles. If Timothy got hurt, he'd have no choice but to leave the island for treatment.

And that meant she could finally get away.

Her face was set with fierce determination.

He'd pushed her too far. Now, nothing was off the table.

Compared to the pain he'd caused her, this stab was nothing.

Still gripping the paring knife, Jessica's voice was steady and cold. "I'll never hurt myself again. But if, after my cooling-off period, you still lie to me, I won't hesitate to take you down with me. You think you can drug my water? Then I can poison your dinner just as easily."

With that, she yanked the knife free. Blood spurted out, dark and fast.

Timothy just stood there, not even bothering to press a hand to his wound. The fabric around the gash quickly turned crimson.

Jessica dropped the knife to the floor with a sharp clatter.

She turned and walked into the bedroom.

She figured it wouldn't be long before Timothy had someone arrange for him to leave the island and get stitched up.

bleeding wound, blurted anxiously,

need. You can go," Timothy

and lowered himself onto

to seep from his

But Timothy ignored it.

on Jessica's face-utterly blank,

really didn't care about

There was

they're precious. When I don't, they're

at home. Jessica had panicked, first popping his finger into her mouth, then frantically disinfecting and

same woman had stabbed him

didn't even blink at

was nothing to

waited in the bedroom-fifteen minutes, then thirty. Still,

She finally stepped out.

on the couch, ghostly

She hurried over.

trickling from his

knit

she called.

but

out

help so she could leave

bleed than

Timothy..." She shook him

narrow slits. He reached up, his hand trembling as he touched her cheek, a faint smile curving his lips. "Jessy... you still

he

Jessica

Still, no one.

around

searching everywhere. Behind the villa stood a row of two-story

anyone there?" she

last, a few

housekeeper hurried over. "Ma'am, what do