Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Mr. Smith couldn't understand sign language and had no idea what Jessica was trying to say to Timothy.

All he could gather-from the tense lines of Jessica's face-was that the two of them seemed to be arguing.

Ines sat frozen, shock etched across her features.

Jessica wanted to divorce Timothy.

They... She had always thought their marriage was solid, that their family life was stable and loving.

Now, Jessica seemed to have pushed Timothy to the edge. He stood there, every inch of him radiating a dark, brooding anger. His striking features were set in a harsh, cold mask, lips pressed into a tight line.

Jessica shot him an indifferent glance before turning away, typing something quickly on her phone. She held the screen up for Mr. Smith to read:

"Don't worry about his opinion. Whether he agrees or not, he can't stop me from taking your movie role. I'll leave with you the day after tomorrow."

Jessica hadn't wanted things to get this ugly. After all, they'd been married for years, and there was their son to consider. She had always tried to spare Timothy's pride, to keep things civil between them.

But her patience hadn't brought the peace she'd hoped for. If anything, it had only driven her closer to a breaking point.

Even a cornered rabbit will bite.

figured it out-she wouldn't keep quiet any longer. If

betrayed their marriage. Her conscience was

nearly crossed the line with Sheila right in front of his own

word got out, it would be Timothy whose

keep up appearances, yet Timothy himself would parade

dirty laundry, she'd help him

"Jessica."

was cold as

bother responding. She had made

Mr. Smith:

her phone

"If you want to leave the country, you'll discuss

Annoyance flickered across

she snatched her phone back and set it on the table. Signing rapidly, she told

work would cause so much trouble. If my job offer is the reason your family

someone of Ines's generation, with a child involved, divorce was never something to