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.

to greet me. I tried talking to her, but she ignored me.

out all her pent-up anger

his tone cool, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her leave.

her crimson lips curling into a mocking smirk.

lowered her gaze, an ironic smile tugging at

same mother-and Sallie doted on her brother with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride and joy, and in her eyes, Jessica was unworthy, dragging

given Jessica so much as a

like family, loving her as she would an older sister, never once losing her temper or holding a

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 dinner

gave, it never melted Sallie's

to win over people who would

car pulled up beside Jessica,

and Sallie hurried to

at her face. You'd think I owed her millions,"

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