Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"So you want a divorce, you'd rather throw away your marriage and your child-all because you were jealous of her? Are you really that foolish?"

"We're husband and wife. She's just someone from the outside."

"Do you really think I'd propose to someone I didn't even like, the first time I met them?"

"I didn't just leave you behind."

"Wouldn't it be a waste to end this over a misunderstanding?"

"You sent out an SOS. I got it. I understood. I came for you, I came as fast as I could!"

"You almost drowned-in water barely up to your knees!"

"Why don't you want to hear me out? Are you afraid that everything really is just a misunderstanding? That you still care about me, deep down?"

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Maybe most women, when faced with the man they've truly loved, find themselves defenseless.

People say he's heartless, but that isn't true.

They say he's oblivious, but he's sharp as a tack-always able to pierce right to the core of her heart with unnerving precision.

And that, more than anything, infuriated her.

He knew she was still holding on, but he always ignored it, never giving her even the slightest response.

The tea she brewed, the comforting soup she made, again and again he never drank any of it.

It always went cold.

in this world

changed Daisy's towel, and tucked her

up on the bed, hugging her

her shoulders trembling, and quickly moved to the other side of

were open, lashes soaked, tears streaking down

thousand tiny needles pricking at

at

remembered her tears before-when she

out

had never seen her cry like this-quietly,

her, leaning against the

with aching tenderness,

know what to say to comfort

"Jessy."

called her name, voice hoarse and low. He reached out, his hand trembling, wanting to gather her close, to soothe her-but his hand froze in midair,

snapped from

hold back

to comfort

couldn't bear to see

and

eye.

me.

voice was thick

handsome face was close, his breath