Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Henry's parents are such a perfect pair."

"No kidding-handsome dad, gorgeous mom. No wonder Henry's such a cute kid himself."

"Honestly, that family of three is enough to make anyone jealous."

Scrolling through those comments, Jessica felt nothing anymore. The emotions that once would have stung her heart had faded into numbness. What lingered was only a dull ache for the woman she used to be a woman who gave everything without reservation. Her eyes stung, tears pricking at the corners, threatening to spill over.

A sharp pain twisted in her abdomen, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Mabel, the housekeeper, noticed something was wrong and hurried over. "Ma'am, are you feeling alright? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Jessica shook her head and quickly typed a message on her phone: "I'm fine. I just need to rest for a bit."

"Are you sure?"

Jessica nodded and tried to give a reassuring smile.

She got up, poured herself a glass of water, and slipped into the bedroom. From her bag, she took out the medication the doctor had prescribed for conservative treatment and swallowed a few pills as instructed.

Setting the glass aside, she glanced up at the wedding photo hanging on the wall —a blown-up image from their marriage registration. She had wanted to take proper wedding portraits for their new home, but Timothy had refused, claiming he disliked having his picture taken. If she really wanted a wedding photo, he'd said, she could just enlarge the registration photo. So, after seven years of marriage, that single, formal snapshot was the only photo of them together.

Timothy had taken dozens of pictures with

hated the camera, Jessica realized. He just didn't want photos with her. For seven years, she'd clung

Tonight, she would tear away this paper-thin illusion and tell Timothy she wanted

was past ten when the sound of a car engine drifted

out, "Ma'am, sir and young master are

the bedroom, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. As for her diagnosis, she had no intention of telling

two suitcases behind him, his steps measured and graceful. His tailored suit hugged his slender frame, the silvery fabric catching the light with a cold sheen. He lifted his chin slightly,

her fair skin, and he realized how often he'd missed her gentle

inscrutable. His voice was calm, almost gentle. "We have

stepped quietly into

slept soundly, his small face

brought Sheila home.

stood frozen in place. Mabel, sensing

It wouldn't be right

brow furrowed. The way Sheila spoke-as if she'd stayed

shifted Henry in her arms and turned to Jessica.