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 already know the

up for

he muttered, standing up and ending

out and

medication from her purse and pressed it into Jessica's

sure he takes them

had left, Jessica handed the

realized it was for Henry and said,

studied her for a

I'll make sure he gets

shirking her duties. Jessica had just always insisted on

headed to

her paper-cutting project-just a small section left. Once she finished, she could have it framed and send it

lunchtime, Henry nibbled on some snacks, took his medicine, and then fell asleep. By the time he

and wandered out of his

at him. "Hungry,

Why

be