Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 468

If it weren’t for a situation like this, Jessica would never dream of troubling anyone.

Both of them had always been there for her.

But now, she couldn’t be sure if either of them was free—she couldn’t risk letting Timothy carve his name into her skin.

She wouldn't allow it.

Not for anything.

Just to be safe, she texted them both.

[Gilded Whisper Estates. Help me!]

Timothy ended his call. Jessica stood, glaring at him, cold and unyielding.

He walked over, a frown pinched between his brows. “Didn’t we agree on this? Are you backing out now?”

She had only come back to take her medication.

She had never agreed to let him mark her body with his name.

“If I say no, are you going to force me?”

Timothy couldn’t help but remember—that other time, when he’d forced her, and how badly she’d gotten hurt.

The memory twisted something in him.

He realized that, even after all this time apart, he still hadn’t done anything to win her back.

If anyone ever saw her birthmark, it would be truly over for them—there’d be no way back.

The thought of a future spiraling out of his control left him deeply unsettled.

He just couldn’t let go of his wife.

“Jessy, I don’t want to force you. Please, just do what you promised me, okay?”

“But when have you ever kept a promise to me?” Her voice was raw, brittle with pain that cut deeper than bone.

All she wanted was a divorce, a way to set herself free.

But he kept pushing her toward a dead end.

“I’m sorry.”

Sincerity filled his eyes.

Jessica stared at him and laughed—a hollow, bitter sound.

He said he was sorry, and it almost sounded real.

But his actions had never shown an ounce of regret.

“Jessy…” His voice broke, trembling. “I don’t want this. We weren’t always like this, right? Isn’t it possible to go back to how things were?”

He was obsessed with the past.

She only cared about the future.

Their hearts beat out of sync; their minds would never meet. Maybe that was the real reason their marriage couldn’t survive.

But Timothy didn’t see it.

“There is no going back.”

Jessica’s eyes glistened with grief—utter, hopeless despair.

“Tell me, what’s worth going back for?”

“You? Or Henry? Do either of you give me a reason to return to the past?”

“If I really could go back, I’d go back to before I met you. I’d walk away. Choosing you was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Jessy!” Timothy’s voice darkened. “Stop. Don’t say another word.”

He didn’t want to hear it.

He gripped her shoulders, his voice lowering almost to a plea. “Please, Jessy. Just listen, okay? Be good, like before. I promise I’ll make you happy. Didn’t you say you wanted wedding photos? A ceremony? I can arrange it right now—photographers, a beautiful wedding—everyone will know you’re my wife.”