Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince hauled Timothy to his feet and, furious, landed a punch squarely on his jaw. The veins on Vince's forehead bulged with anger.

Yates was right.

As long as Jessica stayed single, Timothy would never let her go.

The Zimmermans could forget about having peace.

Jessica lay motionless, refusing to give Timothy any reaction at all.

"Outside. Now." Vince's voice was low and icy, every word edged with warning.

Timothy glanced back at Jessica, but she kept her eyes closed, shutting him out completely. She didn't want to think about him anymore. Her heart wasn't just cold -it felt frozen.

Outside, dawn was just beginning to pale the sky.

Vince and Timothy stood facing each other in the early morning light.

"Are you planning to make my family's life hell forever?" Vince demanded.

"There's been a misunderstanding between me and Jessica," Timothy argued, desperate. "Things aren't what you think."

He was still trying, still clinging to the hope that he could save their marriage.

"No matter what misunderstandings there are, they don't erase what you've done! Why can't you just let her go? All this hounding-don't you realize how pathetic you look?"

and letting them ruin everything isn't right. I know how much a real family means-I'm trying to

shot back. "You're too late, Timothy! Seven years, and only now you want to fix things? People can't just keep waiting for you to get your act together. Her

I don't want to see you again. Don't

or make scenes; it was Timothy's relentless pestering that kept hurting Jessica over

anymore. He stepped

held a place for him. Sooner or later, the truth

lashes were still damp, and faint streaks of dried tears marked her

ached

she didn't, she wouldn't have run from their

leave when the pain becomes

Daisy's bed. He gently felt her forehead-her

towel. ecool

to run fevers at night, but by morning,

anyone further. He quietly left the

didn't go home. Instead, he drove to The Grand

the

wedding. Everything was ready, decorated just

liked-warm, romantic, every detail

it was too

It was the third of the month-Jessica would