Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 545

“So you want a divorce, you’d rather throw away your marriage and your child—all because you were jealous of her? Are you really that foolish?”

“We’re husband and wife. She’s just someone from the outside.”

“Do you really think I’d propose to someone I didn’t even like, the first time I met them?”

“I didn’t just leave you behind.”

“Wouldn’t it be a waste to end this over a misunderstanding?”

“You sent out an SOS. I got it. I understood. I came for you, I came as fast as I could!”

“You almost drowned—in water barely up to your knees!”

“Why don’t you want to hear me out? Are you afraid that everything really is just a misunderstanding? That you still care about me, deep down?”

…

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Maybe most women, when faced with the man they’ve truly loved, find themselves defenseless.

People say he’s heartless, but that isn’t true.

They say he’s oblivious, but he’s sharp as a tack—always able to pierce right to the core of her heart with unnerving precision.

And that, more than anything, infuriated her.

He knew she was still holding on, but he always ignored it, never giving her even the slightest response.

The tea she brewed, the comforting soup she made, again and again—he never drank any of it.

It always went cold.

There was no one else in this world who could hurt her like he did.

Timothy came in, quietly changed Daisy’s towel, and tucked her blanket around her with care.

Then he turned to Jessica, curled up on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest.

Just like her heart, curled up and aching.

He saw her shoulders trembling, and quickly moved to the other side of the bed.

Her eyes were open, lashes soaked, tears streaking down her cheeks.

It felt like a thousand tiny needles pricking at Timothy’s heart.

He saw the wetness at the corners of her eyes.

He remembered her tears before—when she couldn’t take it, or when she’d refused his touch, crying out of frustration or anger.

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