Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica forced a small, helpless smile.

He'd made things difficult for her in the study tonight, but she knew he wasn't exactly faring much better himself.

Seven years together had taught her everything she needed to know about him.

Normally, when Timothy got into one of those moods, he'd never let her off easy. He'd keep her up all night if he could.

But not this time.

Jessica couldn't help thinking of Sheila.

He had Sheila now.

Whatever he couldn't get from Jessica, Sheila was there to give.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes these past few days, Jessica would never have imagined a man like Timothy-so disciplined, so polished-could fall into such a forbidden affair.

To break through the walls of convention and morality for love... How much must they care for each other?

Especially Timothy.

If he loved, he gave everything.

Maybe that's why he married her in the first place.

She was disabled, so different from someone in his position.

everyone whisper

think it was

probably believed she was too voiceless, too resigned,

marriage, and no one would ever guess there was a Sheila somewhere

slid beneath the covers, unwilling to think any further. If she let her thoughts wander just a little more, every cell in her body would

the lights and

she heard the low hum of a car

engine

Jessica frowned slightly.

like

Hadn't he gone to

minutes passed, and then

echoed through the hall, growing

heart fluttered, nerves

Maybe Timothy hadn't gone

bedroom door

lamp switch as Timothy turned

squeezed her eyes shut, feigning

"Jessica..."

low, right beside her, whispering

She didn't answer.

ear, before gently

Her body shivered involuntarily.

awake. Open your