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Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 29
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Chapter 29 Seven years of marriage.

Could it really be because of that man last night? Timothy's dark eyes seemed to deepen, almost swallowing the light.

He narrowed his gaze, jaw tight, and grabbed Jessica's chin, trying to force her to speak.

Jessica's lips parted unwillingly.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" His voice was low, edged with a simmering anger he couldn't quite hide.

When Timothy caught a glimpse of her pale pink tongue, it was still bleeding.

Moving to the nightstand, he pulled out a few wet wipes and cback, carefully wiping the blood from her skin. Blood was still trickling from the corner of her mouth.

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His brow furrowed in frustration. He shoved the remaining wipes into her hand and, without another word, swept her into his arms.

They had barely stepped out of the master bedroom-crossing only a few paces -when Sheila appeared from the living room, a glass of water in hand. She stopped short, staring at them.

"Timothy." Her eyes flicked to Jessica's bloody lips, the cluster of bruises along her neck, and her robe slipping off one shoulder, rumpled and askew.

Sheila pressed her lips together, concern coloring her tone. "What happened to Jessica?" "I'm taking her to the hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy said, striding past her.

Sheila's grip on the glass loosened; it crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water and crystal.

Had they been so rough that Jessica bled? Blood at the mouth... that meant- Jessica, the quiet, delicate one, turned out to be wild in bed. No wonder she got pregnant with Timothy's son so soon after they married.

If Timothy could split her lip, just imagine what he was like in other ways.

If it hadn't been for Jessica's connection as his aunt by marriage, would she ever have landed such a catch? Timothy rushed Jessica to the ER.

The doctor cleaned her up, stopped the bleeding, and prescribed medicine, instructing her to avoid hot food and stick to liquids for a while.

Once the wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica back to the car.

As soon as he shut the door, he shot her a cold look. "You made such a scene, forcingto cand get you myself. And now you act all innocent, like suntouchable saint?" Jessica didn't understand a word he said.

She only raised her hands, forming the words slowly in sign language: "Timothy, let's get divorced." The world seemed to freeze for a dozen seconds.

A smirk curled at Timothy's lips, mocking and cold. "You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for a divorce? You're really testing my patience, aren't you?" Patience? Who was tolerating whom, exactly? He'd brought his lover home, and he had the nerve to talk about tolerance? Jessica's hands flew in quick, agitated signs. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't announce our marriage certificate. I promised you I wouldn't go back on my word." Even though he'd betrayed their marriage, she'd never planned to make a scene -least of all now, during what might be the last six months of her life.

That day at the school event, she'd realized-he'd never willingly claim her ve as his wife in public. She wouldn't humiliate herself.

"Seven years married, and I never knew you were such a good actress," Timothy sneered.

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Jessica's hands trembled as she tried to answer, but finally, they m dropped to her lap. She turned her face to the window. There was nothing left to say. He wouldn't believe her anyway.

By the tthe ordeal was over, dawn was already creeping in, pale and gray.

Timothy's phone rang.

The car's Bluetooth displayed Henry's non the screen.

He pressed the button on the steering wheel to answer.

Henry's voice blared through the speakers, trembling and high-pitched with panic. "Dade IXOsomething-something's wrong! You need to chome! Miss Sheila, she... Miss Sheila, she..." Henry was on the verge of tears, his words choked and broken.

Timothy's grip tightened on the wheel. "Calm down, Henry. Tellwhat happened to Sheila?" The worry in his voice was impossible to hide.