Goodbye, Mr. Regret

These past few days, Jessica had been in a deep slump. She barely had the energy to think about anything else.

But there was a deeper, more pressing reason behind it-she was running out of time.

In the few short months she had left, whatever she tried to do would always feel rushed, never enough.

"Little Mute?"

Herbert, noticing her silence, waved a hand in front of her face.

Jessica looked up, her expression heavy as she signed, "If it's not a big order, I can manage."

Herbert couldn't quite understand it. Jessica's papercut artwork was nothing short of exquisite—almost museum-worthy. And she'd learned it from her grandmother, to whom she'd always been especially close.

So why wasn't she trying to make something of her talent?

He hesitated, then asked gently, "Is something holding you back?"

His mother had once invited Jessica to host an exhibition and offered to sponsor her. Back then, Jessica had been busy caring for her husband and son, so it made sense she'd turned it down.

But she was preparing for divorce now. Surely she wouldn't have to spend so much time on her husband and son anymore. Shouldn't this be her chance to do something she actually enjoyed?

wanted to support

granted early admission to Riverside

sign, "I haven't really designed anything in years. I'm afraid I'd

are people with real taste, and they loved your pieces. That says a lot. Besides, aren't you planning to divorce Timothy? If you don't have a career to stand on, how are you going

Jessica's face clouded over. Her hands moved slowly: "I'm

tried, she'd never

left-what would

Henry would never choose

was no need to make things worse

at her, eyes dark and

gives up her

must have gone through something he couldn't even

done to her these past

of anger burned in

looked utterly defeated, as if she'd lost all her reasons

It broke his heart.