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?"

them ruin everything

and only now you want to fix things? People can't just keep waiting for you to get your act together. Her heart's gone cold-what took

to see

sister wasn't the type to scream or make scenes; it was Timothy's relentless pestering that

anymore. He stepped

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

were still damp, and faint streaks of dried tears marked

heart ached

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

when the pain

breath and went over to Daisy's bed. He gently felt her forehead-her fever seemed to have eased.

towel. ecool

at night, but by

to disturb anyone

Instead, he drove to The

the

Everything was ready, decorated just the

liked-warm, romantic, every detail chosen for

was

the month-Jessica would never show up