Goodbye, Mr. Regret

As soon as she closed the car door, the world's noise vanished.

Jessica Greene stared at the liver cancer diagnosis in her lap, her hazel eyes rimmed red. The paper trembled in her hands, crumpling beneath her grip.

The doctor had told her she'd missed the window for surgery-six months left, at best.

Today was the school's annual parent-child event. Out of the blue, Timothy

Lawson had told her she should come.

Seven years had passed since the day Timothy, once the untouchable darling of high society, became her husband.

In all those years, he'd never once brought her to a public event.

Once upon a time, that invitation would have sent her over the moon.

Even the housekeeper had beamed when she heard the news. "Mrs. Lawson, looks like Mr. Lawson finally wants to make things official!"

No one knew that ever since Jessica discovered his secret, she'd been quietly getting her affairs in order, preparing to leave him.

She hadn't planned to go to the school event at all.

But she couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her son.

She could shut Timothy out of her heart, but she couldn't do the same to Henry- the little boy she'd carried for nine long months.

Arriving at the school, Jessica took a notepad from her purse and wrote a neat line before handing it to the security guard.

Hello, I'm Henry Lawson's mom from Class 1-3. I'm here for the parent-child event -could you please let me in?

blouse, hair loosely swept up, and-for

begin with; with a bit of effort, she looked warm

wanted their mom to look

arched an eyebrow. "Can't

simply smiled and

a devastating trauma, she'd lost her voice. By now, she was

pulled out the sign-in sheet, scanning it

over.

woman, he thought. Too bad

tone sharpened. "Henry's parents already signed in. You can't just pretend to be someone's

Henry is my son. There's no reason for

the sign-in sheet toward her and jabbed a finger at

the names in the parent

the sneers and sideways

her chest felt

guard's suspicion

scrawled in Timothy's unmistakable hand-Sheila

wasn't even trying to

but once, while tidying Timothy's study, she'd found a slip of paper tucked beneath the desk. Sheila's name had been scribbled

over.

her everything she needed

Sheila's last name

was born, Timothy had

clicked. Today, Jessica's decision to

apart from caring for Henry, she'd poured her remaining strength into this one

attorneys heard Timothy's name, their politeness turned chilly. They'd usher