Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy was just about to explain when the shrill ring of his phone cut him off.

His heart stuttered. Was it Sheila calling?

He'd intended to head straight to Moonstrand Villas, but then he'd realized-if Jessica was leaving, Vince would be the one to drive her. She hadn't been back to The Gilded Whisper Estates for the past two or three days, which meant she must have had somewhere else to stay. So he'd waited outside Zimmerman Manor, and sure enough, he'd seen Vince walk her out.

He'd tailed them all the way here.

His original plan was just to find out where she was living and leave.

But in the end, he just couldn't help himself. He'd followed her inside.

Sheila would be worried if he didn't show up soon.

But the call wasn't from Sheila. It was Kane Sutton.

Timothy hung up, his voice noticeably gentler as he turned back. "What's going on between Sheila and me isn't what you think. Seven years ago, when I married you, it was because_"

His phone rang again.

Still Kane.

up the call.

worried she'd be spending the holiday all alone, God knows how long she would've been lying there

tightened. "How is

the ambulance-listen, the paramedics are working on her right now. Just how cold-hearted can you be, leaving

I'm

from the door, and yanked it open,

facing the door, Jessica's smile didn't last. Tears spilled down her cheeks before she even

now, his voice raised in

the world outside seemed unnaturally quiet, making it all too

the

staff at the Lawsons' mention it before—the villa Timothy's grandparents had given his

treasured the place, never letting anyone in except his sister, Sallie. Not even the cleaning staff were allowed inside; Timothy and

could make Timothy this

Sheila ever broke through

was a change of sheets, but Timothy insisted on bringing her home, just