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.

was no one else in this world who could

came in, quietly changed Daisy's towel, and tucked her blanket around

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

moved to the

lashes soaked, tears

a thousand tiny

at

she couldn't

out of frustration

he had never seen her cry like this-quietly, with

down beside her, leaning against the bed,

aching

even know what to say to

"Jessy."

her close,

tears fell faster, like pearls snapped from a string, each one striking Timothy's

hold back any

had to

bear to see her

and kissed the tears

eye.

me. Don't touch

crying; her voice was

his