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.

today that you invested in the film. I tweeted about it after

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

barrage left his mind blank, like someone had switched off the lights. Jessica

silence on the line stretched out;

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

but she wouldn't forgive

dry laugh drifted down the line. "After all this time, now you remember you

do this?" His heart could

can you

No way.

He couldn't do it.

to

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

of

are they?"

allowed to ask

was selfish, that

that was why

He needed to change.

delete it" His words

but softened immediately.

you go a little

I do?"

the old