Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince got out of the car first, opened the passenger door, and carefully helped Jessica out.

The moment Timothy's eyes met Jessica's those empty, shattered eyes-he felt himself grow even weaker, more helpless. For a heartbeat, it was as if something in his chest twisted painfully.

From the car behind them, a group of officials stepped out-representatives from the disability advocacy group and the women's association.

Jessica no longer believed anything Timothy said.

Vince had told her that Timothy agreed to the requirements set by the advocacy groups and asked her to come back and finalize the divorce agreement. She knew better; this was just another one of Timothy's schemes to lure her back alone.

So Jessica had insisted that Vince contact the officials and bring them along. With witnesses present, Timothy wouldn't be able to do anything to her.

Seeing the representatives, Timothy's brow knotted. In that moment, he realized just how deep Jessica's distrust of him ran.

Vince supported Jessica as they walked forward, step by careful step.

Her footsteps were barely audible, but each one felt like it landed directly on Timothy's heart.

Jessica stopped.

trouble I caused while I was back in the country. Please don't be upset with Timothy. I'm flying out tonight I've already booked my ticket. If you have anything

line. He said nothing, but

her feelings, and for the first time, he hadn't

felt like there was a hole in

and, with deliberate slowness, extended her middle

sign language, went pale at

mocking her,

take Timothy away.

she knew him too well. If anything had actually

too. Clearly, Sheila couldn't stay here any longer.

as he said,

you.

of Jessica

Jessica, but with everyone already here, he had

extra people need to be gone as soon as possible.