Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Her darling son was now siding with outsiders to deceive her...

And yet, just a sliver of kindness from Timothy was enough to make her doubt everything she'd believed.

She even caught herself hoping to hear his explanation, longing for him to make it all clear.

But what kind of explanation did she expect, really? He'd taken Sheila on a business trip and they were staying together. What was there left to explain?

She felt utterly useless.

A single gentle word from Timothy, and she crumbled.

If Timothy truly cared about her, why had it taken him seven years to remember her birthday?

Love really was a master illusionist, blinding people to the truth.

Jessica picked up her phone, left the bedroom, and handed it back to Mabel.

Mabel noticed how pale Jessica looked. She wanted to ask if there had been a fight with Mr. Smith, but didn't dare press further. Ever since Sheila had appeared in their lives, the whole house felt tense and on edge.

Jessica typed a message on her phone.

"Mabel, I'm craving those crystal dumplings from Velvet Fork. I'm heading out for a bit."

"Please be safe, ma'am."

wedding ring and set it gently

her except her small purse as she stepped

she waited for a

a familiar car pulled up beside her. The window rolled down halfway

Little Mute, where

"Why are you

passing through. Hop in-wherever you're going,

out and opened the passenger door.

pulled away, Herbert glanced over. "So, Little Mute,

train station. I want to go home." That morning, she'd skipped breakfast so she could rush back to the hospital

made her so angry she'd almost passed

energy had been drained, leaving

hands fluttered weakly as she

He didn't feel

free today anyway. Let me

two or three hour

"What, don't trust

not that. I just don't want to take up

I visited home, I hardly had time to see any family or friends. This is the perfect

silently, letting it