Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica found the whole thing laughable.

Everything was out in the open-who needed his explanations anymore?

A flicker of relief crossed her mind, thinking back to the day he ordered that cake for her, nearly coaxing her into giving him another chance.

Yet, he and Henry had doused her with a double shot of cold reality, snuffing out the last spark of hope she still held for their marriage.

The man standing before her-such a hypocrite.

His feelings for Sheila were already impossible to hide, yet he still pretended to be so serious, so righteous.

Did he really take her for a fool?

Jessica pressed her lips together, raising a hand to answer, "I have nothing to ask you. Let's skip the pleasantries and get to the point I'm busy and don't have time for this back-and-forth."

Timothy was still smoking, eyes shadowed and unreadable through the swirling haze.

With a cool detachment, he finally spoke. "Even if I explained, you wouldn't listen. So, you want a divorce, and somehow that's my fault? Is that what you're saying?"

She almost laughed.

The way his mind worked was truly something else.

"Think whatever you want." Jessica's gestures were impatient, sharp. "If you're not here to discuss the divorce, I'll have my lawyer handle it with you."

Timothy's gaze narrowed.

was

already had her own

and more people seemed invested in

eyes lingered on

She really was beautiful.

a flower in

do was show her face outside, and she'd

God she

you think. Haven't you wondered why he's so eager

exhaled a cloud of smoke, his voice steady. "Do you really believe he's helping you just because your grandmother was his grandfather's first love?" Jessica's anger flashed-her gestures were quick, cutting. "Only someone with a twisted mind would assume everyone else is just as

humorless laugh. "You really are naïve. All right, fine, let's not talk about

explain things with Sheila,

with Sheila to demand a divorce, she must still care

reason he was willing to

between us-except the divorce." Jessica's tone was ice cold,

said, crushing his cigarette into the ashtray. "From the moment I walked up to you seven years ago and decided to marry you, I never once thought about

moment was one Jessica would never

something out of

suddenly approached her, gentle but resolute, telling her he'd