Goodbye, Mr. Regret

How could she possibly bear the weight of his deep affection?

"Little Mute," Herbert murmured her nickname softly. "Don't be sad. Honestly, being a doctor is a good profession. After I became one, I grew to love it. Helping people, seeing them recover-it's fulfilling, it gives me a sense of

accomplishment. Maybe from now on, I'll always be a doctor."

But Jessica just kept repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," over and over.

"It's my fault. Seven years ago..."

She couldn't hold back her tears. "Seven years ago, I saved Timothy from a fire. My phone was lost in the blaze, so I bought a new one, got a new number, and never recovered my old contacts. Soon after, I married Timothy, and all the ties I had to my past faded away. I never got in touch with you again... That's on me. You kept worrying about my mutism, even though I vanished from your life."

“It's alright,” Herbert said gently. "You got married, you focused on your family. That's normal. You saved Timothy's life seven years ago was that why he married you?"

Jessica shook her head. "No. He didn't know it was me. He thought it was Sheila."

He said it was because she had saved him from the fire all

been determined to get a divorce. She never told

doesn't even know who saved his life?" Herbert was incredulous. How could there be a man

doesn't matter anymore. We're getting divorced. There's no point telling him now. He's been refusing to sign the papers for so long-if he knew the truth, he'd be even less willing, and then it would just

Sheila?

I found out

truth, she no longer wanted to hold on to the marriage. All she

"Little Mute." Herbert's hands

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selfish "Are you sure you've really let him go? Can you honestly move on and forget him when this is over? If you can't, maybe you should tell him