Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy scrolled through Twitter, reading the flood of comments people were posting.

This is completely off-base, he thought, frustration knotting in his chest.

If Jessica saw all this, she'd be furious.

He started typing up a tweet, preparing to set the record straight. He'd only gotten

a few words out when his phone buzzed in his hand.

Jessica was calling.

His heart thudded so hard it felt like it might leap right out of his chest.

He fumbled to answer.

"Mr. Lawson."

The formal edge in her voice caught him off-guard, lodging in his throat like a fishbone.

"I'm here," he replied, his voice tight.

Jessica sounded cold and annoyed. "Really working the publicity angle, aren't you? Don't you think it's pretty low, using even a disabled person to get attention?"

So she'd seen everything, just as he'd feared.

invested in the film. I tweeted

Don't you think your explanations sound a little fake? Mr. Lawson, we're getting divorced. Why did you post our marriage certificate? Didn't you use to blame me for making our marriage public? You accused me of things I never did—and now you think it's fine to post my photo without asking? Did

someone had switched

on the line stretched out; he could almost hear

the marriage certificate before. That weekend, when I called you back to the old house, I found out from

he'd chased after her to apologize, but she wouldn't forgive him, no matter

this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to apologize? Your apologies are worthless,

not do this?" His heart

can you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

to

he could reply, Jessica's tone turned mocking. "See? You're

of

are they?"

to ask

he was selfish, that he and Jessica saw the

was why she was leaving

He needed to change.

His

but softened

go a little easier

I do?"

the old her