Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Thank you for comforting me. Honestly, I feel a lot better after talking to you. I really thought I was a failure."

Sheila forced a smile, trying to keep her composure.

"I'll take care of this. You don't need to worry about it just focus on your own life," Timothy said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

With Timothy's reassurance, Sheila's anxiety faded. She trusted he'd always have her back.

Jessica's situation was entirely different. Now that she was on her own, she had the freedom to throw herself into her career. But Jessica had married Timothy-he was her whole world now. Why bother competing in the workplace, fighting for a slice of recognition, when she already had him?

If Sheila could marry Timothy, she wouldn't waste a second on a career. Winning Timothy's heart would be her sole ambition.

Jessica, honestly, had no idea what she was doing.

But maybe that was for the best. The more Jessica insisted on stirring things up, the better Sheila's chances became.

Timothy drove Sheila home, then prepared to go find Jessica. Only then did he realize she still hadn't replied to any of his messages. His irritation simmered.

He'd spent so much time coaxing her-wasn't it clear she should focus on keeping their family together, not making his life more complicated?

Ever since he'd asked Ines to mentor Sheila, Jessica had seemed to oppose him at every turn. Seven years of marriage, and Jessica had never once mentioned wanting to go back to work. Now, just when Sheila hit a rough patch in her career and needed his help, Jessica suddenly sprang into action.

her schedule with impossible precision-always just in time to overshadow Sheila, even

knew he needed to have

He dialed Secretary Allen.

where my wife's been lately.

so much to do-family traditions,

an hour later,

Mrs. Lawson bought a

back to her

it made sense.

family gone, she'd probably returned

pulling up outside Jessica's old house. Sure enough, the lights

stepped out and knocked on

was a neighbor. She opened the door-and there he was, his deep- set eyes locking with

the door, but Timothy was already inside. He caught her slender wrist, pushing her

Jessica's gaze was