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.

hurried over and said, "Jessy, I'm so sorry for the trouble I caused while I was back in the country. Please don't be upset

lips pressed into a thin, hard line. He said nothing, but when he saw the teeth

disregarded her feelings, and for the first time, he hadn't been able to hold himself back. He must have

a hole in his

hand and, with deliberate slowness,

who understood sign language, went

was mocking her, calling

her a chance to take Timothy away. Instead, Timothy had come

knew him too well. If anything had actually happened between him and Sheila,

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

he said,

you.

of Jessica

meddle in his affairs with Jessica, but with everyone already

message to Secretary Allen. These extra people need to