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.

breath. "It's not what you think. I— I only found out today that you invested in the film. I

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

mind blank, like someone had switched off the lights. Jessica waited for

out; he could

posting the marriage certificate before. That weekend, when I called you back to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he was the one who made it public. It had nothing

after her to apologize, but she wouldn't forgive

dry laugh drifted down the line. "After all this time, now you remember you misjudged me? Now you want to apologize? Your apologies are

please not do this?"

can you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

to know she was

reply, Jessica's tone turned mocking.

of

are they?"

allowed to ask

Yates had told him he was selfish, that he and Jessica saw

that was why she was

He needed to change.

it" His words

softened

go a

I do?"

old her so