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.

and strode

"Jessy..."

her path with an apologetic look. "There's really nothing going on between Timothy and me. I hope you won't hold anything against him because of me. Would you consider coming back to The Gilded Whisper

as cold and

was doing. She'd inserted herself into Timothy's life over and over, and Jessica-Timothy's wife-couldn't

first time Jessica had met her,

only made things murkier, which was precisely the effect

raised her hand and made two gestures in

perfectly, her face turning a shade paler. "You don't

same gesture,

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

came back to

a hotel. But I've moved out now. I promise

words sounded gentle

syllable hit like a

had no intention of wasting

Sheila were sharing Timothy's bed right now, Jessica couldn't bring herself to care. Why

she'd been preparing