Goodbye, Mr. Regret

After a long moment's hesitation, Timothy finally let his hand fall to his side.

He sat quietly by the doorway, unmoving.

Even now, the results of today's paternity test left his mind in turmoil, refusing to settle.

The first time Vince had ever mentioned the soft pink heart-shaped birthmark on Salome's chest, Timothy's thoughts had flown straight to Jessica. Still, he hadn't taken it seriously. It seemed far too unlikely.

If only he'd gone ahead and done the paternity test back then-would things have turned out differently?

Jessica came out carrying a trash bag, intending to toss it out. The moment she opened the door, she found Timothy sitting right there on her doorstep.

Her brows creased; irritation flickered across her face.

He was impossible. He'd followed her here, again.

Jessica ignored him, dumped the trash in the communal bin outside, and turned back toward her apartment. As she reached for the doorknob, Timothy grabbed her wrist.

"Jessy."

His eyes were locked on her, refusing to let go.

These days, her face was devoid of smiles. Those beautiful eyes and delicate features had lost all their warmth.

But they'd been married for seven years. For so long, she'd always greeted him with laughter and gentle looks.

feel lesser than

had slowly

shake his hand off,

strapped to his leg-he didn't care. He just wanted

for long. She pushed him away, struggling out of his embrace. Her

furrowed in

sorry, Jessy. I don't want to fight. Can't we just sit down and

it was too late for

said mattered to

as if she hadn't given them

Sheila, but he'd actually gone out to order her a cake, She'd

day, their son told the hospital staff she

that Sheila had gone on a business

saw them

only for Sheila

should never

in a thunderstorm, the only

plea

come. Instead, he

get