Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"It's me, Timothy. I'll be back the night after tomorrow. Ask Mabel to help you out more with Henry."

After sending the message, Timothy handed Sheila's phone back to her.

"Finish that sketch as soon as you can. Bring it to the expo in two days and show it to Ines."

Sheila nodded. "That's my plan as well."

"Alright, I'll leave you to it. I have to run an errand."

Once Timothy left, Sheila picked up her phone and saved the most recent call. She glanced over the text messages, then opened her messenger app and added a new contact.

Note: Jessica, it's Sheila.

When Jessica received Timothy's message, another notification popped up- someone wanted to add her as a friend. She paused when she read the note.

Timothy had called and texted her using Sheila's number.

So, they'd been together this whole time.

Of course.

Her nephew and her younger sister sharing a hotel room-what kind of story was that supposed to be?

As his lawful wife, Jessica couldn't help but sneer at Timothy's utter lack of concern for appearances. He contacted her openly, using Sheila's phone, as if

nothing was wrong.

he take

was allergic to hotel rooms and needed to stay at their

a hotel room

be bothered to lie well-his excuses were full

foolishly waiting for

boarding. Jessica shut off her phone and got in line to show

plane, she closed her eyes, determined

about Henry anymore.

appendectomy had been minor, the incision small, and he was already

called Jessica to let her know she

Jessica's phone

Sallie tried Mabel instead.

"Where's your lady?"

for breakfast, and hasn't returned since. She's not answering her phone. Sir had Secretary Allen deliver a new phone to her, and I've messaged her, but there's been no reply.

Sallie's expression darkened immediately.

her own son, not even

she

became. Henry had been siding with Sheila lately—she'd already warned Jessica

Absolutely hopeless.