Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica's gaze fell instantly on the pearl necklace in Sheila's hand-the very

same one Timothy had once given her.

A bitter smile tugged at Jessica's lips.

Just last night, Timothy had shown up at the Zimmerman family's house, clutching that necklace, insisting on returning it to her, telling her she wasn't allowed to sell it again.

He'd even chased her all the way to her small apartment, desperate to explain himself.

Pathetic.

Did he really think she was that much of a fool?

"Jessy, what are you doing at the hospital?" Sheila's voice broke through Jessica's thoughts.

Jessica glanced at her coolly.

Earlier, Kane had called Timothy, practically shouting down the phone in panic, saying that Sheila had "accidentally" fallen from the balcony at Moonstrand Villas. Kane claimed that if Timothy hadn't gotten there in time, Sheila might have died and no one would have known.

Sheila had supposedly fallen from a balcony, and yet here she was, looking perfectly healthy less than twenty-four hours later.

Only Timothy could buy into such a flimsy lie.

ignored Sheila and strode right past

"Jessy..."

on between Timothy and me. I hope you won't hold anything against him because of me. Would you consider coming back to

as cold and distant

she was doing. She'd inserted herself into

met her, she'd made

made things murkier, which

and made

shade paler. "You don't believe

the same

Sheila didn't budge, feigning distress. "Jessy, I know things have been

I came back

might have an allergic reaction at a hotel. But I've moved out now. I promise I won't get in your way again. So please, don't

sounded

hit like

wasting another second on

Timothy's bed right now, Jessica couldn't bring herself to care.

about Sheila, she'd