Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You just got off the plane. Get some sleep-I'll keep an eye on Daisy."

"No need."

She turned away, refusing to look at him.

"You look exhausted, Jessica. Don't push yourself."

His voice was already pleasant, but with that gentle concern, it was even harder to resist.

But words like that he'd never have said them to her before.

And now, she didn't want to hear them.

"It's pointless, Timothy. No matter what you do now, I'm going through with the divorce."

"I know," Timothy replied, lowering his voice so he wouldn't disturb Daisy. "I just wanted to do something for you before it's all over. I know you've been helping out with the housework, making donations, giving Carlisle and the others a chance. I know all of it."

Jessica lifted her chin, her eyes shining with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall.

"So what if you know?"

I say right now, but could you just calm down and think about it for

years. How am I supposed to know which one you

held her gaze, then quietly repeated the words he'd once said to

this just because you're jealous of her, you're willing to throw away our marriage? Throw away your family?" His

he'd used the first

me and asked me to come check on her. I didn't have a chance to explain things to you. Every time I tried, something else interrupted. And

sincerity in Timothy's voice she hadn't

until the divorce was looming, had he ever

now, his change meant nothing to her. Her response was cool and distant: "How can you blame it on interruptions? You

No matter how much I care about her, she's always an

I might marry her—”

Lawson!" Jessica's whisper was sharp, her words edged with

hearing about your past

just begun to heal. She didn't want to rip them open

matter if

together. There's no reason for you to

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