Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica typed a quick message on her phone.

"I'll make my own arrangements. There's no need for you to worry."

Phelps glanced at the screen, then looked up at her, his gaze lingering.

"I remember Timothy made you sign a prenup. If you divorce him, you won't get a dime. You've been married to him, what, seven years now? A woman only has so many sets of seven years in her life. Are you really willing to let them slip by?"

A woman only has so many sets of seven years.

If she lived long enough, maybe there'd be another seven years. But this was her last. She'd spent her final seven years on Timothy.

Seven years ago, Timothy wanted to marry her. She'd been so happy, floating through life on a cloud. Even signing the prenup hadn't bothered her. She wanted love. She wanted Timothy. Nothing else mattered.

Looking back now, it all seemed absurd.

She replied to Phelps.

"A bet's a bet. Loser pays the price."

"And what makes you so sure you'll lose? Ever since Sheila showed up, have you ever tried fighting for him?"

Phelps wasn't beating around the bush anymore, just laying it all out—Sheila and Timothy were involved.

Jessica gave a helpless little smile.

years. I

her phone up for Phelps to

standing up

and called

dug Henry's medication from her purse and pressed

Henry's meds. Make sure he takes them

Sallie had left, Jessica handed

was for Henry and said, "Ma'am, you're usually the one who gives

studied her

quickly added, "Sorry, ma'am. I'll make sure he gets

housekeeper's job. Mabel wasn't shirking her duties. Jessica had just always insisted on caring for Timothy and his son

to the master

to her paper-cutting project-just a small section left. Once

his medicine, and then fell asleep. By the time he woke up, dusk was

the sounds of cooking and wandered out of

beamed at

Why isn't

be busy with