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 right

"Jessy..."

"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 Estates? Timothy

cold

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

her,

things murkier, which

hand and made

understood perfectly, her face turning a shade

the same gesture,

I know things have been tense between you

since I came back to then

hotel. But I've moved out now. I

words sounded gentle

hit

of wasting another

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

learned about Sheila, she'd been preparing herself to