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.

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, if you ask me, you'd be

out all her pent-up anger in

an eye

hair, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smirk. "I've called Timothy. He'll be here any minute. You'd better stay right where

gaze, an ironic smile

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

never given Jessica so much

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

fractured her leg. Henry was just a few months old, and Timothy 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

she gave, it never melted

done trying to win over people who would

car pulled up beside Jessica, parking neatly at

and Sallie hurried to

look at her face. You'd think I

as striking and dignified as the day he'd walked up to her and asked if she would marry him. But the feelings she'd once had