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.

greet me. 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, if you ask me, you'd be better off

poured out all her pent-up

"Keep an eye

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

gaze, an ironic smile tugging at her

with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride and joy, and in her eyes, Jessica was unworthy, dragging down his

given Jessica so much as a

loving her as she would an older sister, never once losing her

winter when Sallie was in a minor car accident and 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

gave, it never melted

win over people

beside Jessica,

and Sallie hurried

her face. You'd think I

day he'd walked up to her and asked if she would marry him. But the