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.

I was back in the country. Please don't be upset with Timothy. I'm

He said nothing, but when he saw the teeth marks

and regret gnawed at him. He'd lost all sense of reason, completely disregarded her feelings, and for the first

a hole in his

slowness,

language, went pale at

mocking her, calling her

take Timothy

well. If anything had actually happened

Jessica's hand signal, too. Clearly, Sheila couldn't stay here any

as he said,

you.

felt utterly humiliated in front of Jessica and

affairs with Jessica, but with everyone

sent a quick message to Secretary Allen. These extra people need to be gone as soon as possible. Otherwise, he'd never get the chance to talk to