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

Daisy's towel, and tucked her

he turned to Jessica, curled up on the bed, hugging her knees to

her shoulders trembling, and quickly moved to the other

lashes soaked, tears streaking

like a thousand tiny needles pricking at Timothy's

saw the wetness at the

she couldn't

his touch, crying out of frustration

had never seen her cry

down beside her, leaning

aching

what to say to comfort

"Jessy."

low. He reached out, his hand trembling, wanting to gather her close, to soothe her-but his hand froze in midair, afraid she'd push him away, afraid she'd

faster, like pearls snapped from a string,

hold

had to

to

leaned in, and

eye.

of me. Don't

been crying; her voice was

handsome face was close, his breath warm