Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Maybe some things really are destined.

Before Timothy left on his business trip, Jessica had planned to talk things through with him. She didn't want any misunderstandings to hurt their marriage, or come between her and their son—it just wasn't worth it.

She had only just started caring for Henry at the hospital, even going so far as to wear the voice-activated ring Timothy had given her, hoping it might help.

Then everything fell apart. Still clinging to hope, she called Timothy, but it was Sheila who answered. Sheila said Timothy was asleep.

Even Henry himself said he was just calling Sheila "Mom" because she was the one with him-he insisted Jessica was still his real mother.

That was the final blow. It was enough to make Jessica give up on the marriage completely.

She closed the messages and didn't read any further.

The candles on the cake were almost burned down.

She'd lit them at 10:30 p.m.-the exact time Henry had been born.

She'd given birth naturally. When she and the baby came out of the delivery room, Timothy had taken their son from the nurse's arms, his eyes shining with tears as he thanked her, thanked her for making him a father.

They'd been married a year by then.

Timothy's joy and gratitude had given her hope-maybe, just maybe, they still had a chance.

But as time went on... that hope faded, until there was nothing left.

Jessica blew out the candles.

Outside, Vince stood watching, his face expressionless.

He didn't know what Jessica would ultimately choose, but he knew she must be torn up inside.

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carried for nine

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