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.

in the film. I

very self-serving of you. 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

had switched off the

line stretched out; he could almost hear her

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

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

you remember you misjudged me? Now

do this?" His

can you delete

No way.

He couldn't do it.

to know she was his

turned mocking. "See? You're always the one making

of

are they?"

to

had told him he was selfish,

why

He needed to change.

it" His words came

but softened immediately.

go a little

I do?"

old her so