Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You... you..."

Sandra was so furious she could barely catch her breath.

Abell hurried to calm her down. "Come on, dear, you're working yourself up over the kids and making yourself sick before you've even taught them a lesson."

It took Sandra a while to steady herself. Her hands trembled as she pointed at Timothy. "Just listen to the nonsense coming out of your mouth! No wonder Jessy wants a divorce. Is it that she doesn't know what's good for her, or is it you who's failed as a husband? Even yesterday, Sallie was saying the same things. You've been married seven years, and your own sister still dares to talk about your wife that way-who's to blame for that, if not you? If you never intended to treat her right, why did you marry her at all?"

Timothy frowned. "I haven't treated her badly. She's just too demanding always overthinking everything."

He'd provided for her, given her a home, done everything a husband was supposed to do.

So what if they never had a big wedding? Their marriage certificate was legally binding-wasn't that more practical than some fancy ceremony?

But she still chose to be suspicious, still accused him of having something with Sheila.

He'd humbled himself enough in front of her. Just last night, he'd held her hand- wasn't that enough to show he cared?

But she never saw the sincerity in his heart.

"Timothy's right, Grandma. Don't let Jessica's innocent face fool you," Sallie chimed in. "You have no idea-she neglects her own kid and still flirts with other men-"

get divorced. No need to drag it through the courts. Timothy, since

"No way!"

"No way!"

twins answered in

really

thoughts, through

Jessica, yet neither was willing to let

marriage ended, while Timothy had never truly intended to

when it came down to it, divorce was off the

treat her well, but

standing on the stairs of

heard it all, clear as day. Even Timothy's adoptive

stay out of this. I'll handle things myself,"

him. "Yes,

a divorce, all the

couldn't let that