Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica exited the page without reading a single word of the message.

Still, the image of Sheila's long, straight black hair lingered stubbornly in her mind.

She had the same kind of hair-glossy, dark, and perfectly straight.

Back when things were good, Timothy used to love playing with her hair, always saying how beautiful it was, how much he liked it...

But some things just can't bear close scrutiny.

Seven years-seven whole years. If she'd only paid a little more attention, maybe she would have seen everything sooner.

Her throat tightened, a choking sensation making it hard to breathe.

Love really does blind you, makes you rush headlong into disaster.

Timothy couldn't get in touch with Jessica.

Instead, he asked Mabel when Jessica had left and checked which flights she might have taken, then headed to the airport ahead of time.

There were only two possible flights she could be on.

He waited until the second flight landed, but Jessica never appeared.

Standing by the arrivals gate, Timothy's brow was drawn tight with worry.

He and Sheila had rushed home after hearing his grandfather was unwell, only to find it was nothing serious.

on

already there, Timothy decided to use the opportunity to introduce Jessica to

their marriage was, he'd

his grandfather was looking forward to meeting Jessica and had

Sheila called him.

you

"No."

you think she might have run

than he meant, betraying his frustration. This

caught off guard by his

she added, "Sorry, I just... I'm a bit worried about Jessica. I shouldn't have said

did Timothy realize he'd

not blaming you. She can't

and pen. If she didn't feel like writing, she'd type on

maybe check with Mabel again, or have your assistant confirm

"Alright."

you go—you're

Timothy immediately called his

my wife booked

but kept his eyes

an hour later, Allen's message

checked-all recent flights show no bookings for Mrs. Lawson." Timothy's expression