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.

call. "This better be important,

the terrace at Moonstrand Villas. If I hadn't come by tonight, worried she'd be spending the holiday all alone, God knows how long she would've been lying there

"How is

now. Just how cold-hearted can you be, leaving her all

I'm

her away from the door, and yanked it

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

had sounded frantic just now, his

quiet, making it all too easy for Jessica to hear every word from

fallen from the terrace at

there. She'd heard the staff at the Lawsons' mention it before—the villa

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

Sheila could make Timothy

broke through his

a change of sheets, but Timothy