Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 56

The house felt cold and empty.

At least Mabel greeted them, stepping forward to take Timothy's coat and bag, hanging them up with practiced care.

Timothy frowned slightly.

"Where's my wife?"

"She's upstairs, in her room."

His brow furrowed deeper. "Has she eaten?"

"Mrs. Carter said she wasn't hungry..."

Timothy didn't hesitate. He went straight upstairs and opened the bedroom door. Jessica sat at her desk, a pair of scissors in hand, focused on cutting out delicate patterns from a piece of paper.

He walked over. Jessica didn't even look up at the sound of his footsteps.

Leaning against the desk, Timothy gazed down at her. "So, you're not making dinner, and you're not eating either?"

Jessica continued snipping the paper, blatantly ignoring him.

of frustration flared in Timothy's chest. Lately, everything felt as if it were slipping out of

dropped, shadowed

she set the scissors down, picked up a stack of papers from beside her, and handed them to him. It

*Divorce Agreement* stared back at him, sharp as a slap. Jessica had

papers in his fist

his tone crisp. "You'd throw away a perfectly good life. What exactly is

movements sharp. *What is a

hands steady. *Tell me, Timothy. Is a 'good life' a husband

wedding photo once hung, her hands still moving. *Or is it that you can't

eyes to the empty space

his head, meeting Jessica's cool,

a faint smile curved Timothy's lips, and

a fight, expecting their argument to end with him storming out-a

But she recovered quickly.

change the subject,* she signed, her

down the photo. You wanted proper wedding

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