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.

"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

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

like someone had switched off the

silence on the line stretched out;

the old house,

chased after her to apologize, but

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

we please not do this?"

can you delete

No way.

He couldn't do it.

the world to know she was his

tone turned mocking. "See? You're

of

are they?"

allowed to

selfish, that

was why

He needed to change.

it" His

softened immediately.

go a

I do?"

the old her so