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.

let out a shaky breath. "It's not what you think. I— I only found out today that you invested in the film. I tweeted about it after seeing the director's post this morning. I just wanted to

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

someone had switched

stretched out; he

weekend, when I called you back to the old house, I found out from Grandpa that he was the one who made

chased after her to apologize, but

the line. "After all this time, now you remember

not do this?" His

can you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

wanted the world to know she

Jessica's tone turned mocking. "See? You're

of

are they?"

to ask

he was selfish, that he and Jessica saw the world

was why

He needed to change.

His words

but softened immediately.

go a

I do?"

missed the old