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

claimed Sheila was allergic to hotel rooms and needed to

a hotel

to lie well-his excuses were full of

waiting for some kind of

boarding. Jessica shut off her phone

the plane, she closed

about Henry anymore. With

been minor, the incision small, and he was already recovering quickly. The doctor said he could

to let her know she was leaving and it was her turn

Jessica's phone was

Sallie tried Mabel instead.

"Where's your lady?"

not answering her phone. Sir had Secretary Allen deliver

Sallie's expression darkened immediately.

own

she

Henry had been siding with Sheila lately—she'd already warned Jessica several times, but Jessica never

Absolutely hopeless.