Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Larkin's brow knitted in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? Timothy just

acknowledged you in front of everyone at my birthday party, and now you're talking about divorce?"

Jessica could only type out her response and show it to Larkin: "I've been asking him for a divorce for a while now."

Vince stepped in, trying to ease the tension. “Grandpa, Jessica hasn't had dinner yet. Why don't we eat first and talk afterward?"

Divorce wasn't a trivial matter, and it certainly couldn't be settled in a few words.

Larkin nodded. "Alright, let's eat first. We'll talk after dinner."

The Zimmerman family's feast was abundant, even if only the three of them sat at the table. With so few people, the meal didn't last long.

Afterwards, Larkin had the housekeeper bring out a platter of fresh fruit and laid it out on the coffee table in the living room. The three of them sat together as Larkin brewed a pot of tea and poured steaming cups for Jessica and Vince. Then, he took out a carefully wrapped package and handed it to Jessica.

at my

got the chance.

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and warm. "You

Jessica nodded silently.

after your grandmother passed. They were among her keepsakes. From the look of

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they're rare. You have real

mind about giving them to her, and Jessica felt

to protest. She simply thanked him with sincere

did Larkin turn to the matter of

go into detail. She just gave a brief explanation: for seven years, she and Timothy had been married in name only-her presence in his life was optional at

his influence was so great that no lawyer dared touch her case That alone made it clear to her there was no