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.

Timothy snatched up the call. "This better

from 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

tightened. "How

the paramedics are working on her right now. Just how cold-hearted can you be, leaving her all alone at

hospital? I'm

the arm, pulled her away from the door, and yanked it

didn't last. Tears spilled down her cheeks

frantic just now, his voice

it all too easy for Jessica

the terrace

she'd never set foot there. She'd heard the staff at the Lawsons' mention it before—the villa Timothy's grandparents

transferred the villa to him. He treasured the place, never letting anyone in except his sister, Sallie. Not even the cleaning staff were allowed inside; Timothy and Sallie always insisted

make

Sheila ever broke

sheets, but Timothy insisted on bringing her home,