Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 466

Timothy pressed his hand to his chest. “I’ll have your name tattooed right here—because in this lifetime, only you belong in my heart.”

Not long ago, he’d told her he loved her.

And now, today, he wanted her name etched above his heart.

It was almost laughable.

Their marriage was already in pieces, shattered beyond repair.

Let him do as he pleased.

Without her medication, she would die.

When she’d found that box while preparing for the divorce—after every lawyer in town had refused to take her case—she’d been diagnosed with cancer. That was when she realized: maybe this was the only way out. The only road left that led away from him.

She’d tried. She’d tried so hard to change things.

But in the end, this was the path she had to walk.

The next moment, he spoke again. “So, I want you to leave my name on your skin too. That way, we’ll always be together, all right?”

At last, Jessica responded.

“No way!”

Death was the only escape she had left.

She wasn’t going to let him leave any mark of himself on her, even after she was gone.

“Be good, Salome.”

“Salome? Who’s Salome?”

Jessica stared at Timothy in confusion. Did he have someone else besides Sheila?

“Sorry, slip of the tongue. Jessy and Salome both mean sunshine.”

Jessica didn’t buy it for a second.

But what did it matter who he loved? She just couldn’t let him leave his name on her body.

“Timothy, if you dare put your name on me, I’ll tear the skin off myself.”

“Don’t fight me.”

His voice was gentle, but there was a steel beneath it that brooked no refusal.

“No, I won’t. I don’t want your name on me, Timothy. Not even in death.”

Her resolve to leave him was unshakeable.

So he changed his mind.

He couldn’t let the Zimmerman family know she was Salome Zimmerman.

As long as she remained an orphan, he could keep her close. But if she became the daughter of the Zimmermans, Vince would stop at nothing to take her away from him.

Salome had been missing for twenty years; as far as he was concerned, Salome would stay lost.

She could only be Jessica.

That meant he had to get rid of her birthmark.

Without that mark, even childhood photos that looked similar wouldn’t prove a thing.

With no suspicions, no one would ever think to request a DNA test.

“Jessy, just be good, and if you agree, I’ll take you home right now.”

“When has your word ever meant anything?”

Timothy frowned. “If you don’t believe me, fine. We’ll go back now. When we’re home, I’ll call in two tattoo artists, and we’ll do it together. I’ll be right there with you.”

Going home—that was what she wanted. Once they were back, she might finally have a chance to escape.

“Fine, I agree.”