Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"What's that supposed to mean, Jessica?"

Sallie could hardly ignore how strange Jessica was acting today.

Jessica didn't speak-she never did and she clearly had no intention of pulling out her phone to type a reply for Sallie to read.

She'd already made up her mind: she didn't want her husband or her son

anymore. Why would she care what Sallie thought of her?

When Jessica remained silent, Sallie's irritation only deepened. Huffing, she snapped, "I'm calling Timothy right now. I'll tell him to dump you!"

With that, Sallie whipped out her phone.

Jessica didn't move. If Sallie really could convince Timothy to leave her, so much the better. She wanted the divorce anyway.

The call connected quickly.

Timothy, having failed to find Jessica at the hospital, was already heading to the hotel.

I tried talking to her, but she ignored me. Henry's still in the hospital and instead of taking care of her son, she's wandering all over the place. Honestly,

her pent-up anger in one

and even, his tone cool, "Keep an

hung up and tossed her hair, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smirk. "I've called Timothy. He'll be here any

her gaze, an ironic smile tugging at

with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride and joy, and in

never given Jessica so much as

always treated her like family, loving her as she would an older sister, never once

was out of town. Jessica moved into Sallie's loft with the baby, cooking and cleaning, taking care of everything. She'd even prepare dinner with

matter how much she gave, it never

win over people who would

pulled up beside Jessica, parking neatly at

and Sallie hurried to meet

face. You'd think I owed

Jessica, every bit as striking and dignified as the day he'd walked up to her and asked if she would marry him. But the