Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Yes, it's over between us. Honestly, I wanted it to end six months ago—I just never imagined it would drag on this long."

Seven years of marriage had worn her love for him down to nothing.

She'd spent all those years waiting, never getting so much as a hint of affection in return.

At first, she'd told herself he was just reserved, that he struggled to show his feelings. She put up with everything: no wedding, no public acknowledgment, not even a simple word of reassurance.

But in the end, it wasn't that he was cold by nature he simply didn't love her.

His heart had always belonged to someone else.

He could fill notebook after notebook with Sheila's name, plan her wedding with painstaking care, and even handwrite every invitation for a celebration that would never be hers.

Even those invitations she'd found in the box-Timothy had addressed each one himself.

On them, there was a photo: Timothy and Sheila, cheek to cheek, dressed in their wedding best.

It was only then that she understood why he'd insisted on keeping their marriage a secret.

He'd never wanted a wedding with her; it was all for Sheila.

just

you've decided. It'll help me

the month is up, I doubt he'll just sign the divorce papers like

small, reassuring smile. "Don't worry. As long as you want nothing to do with him, you can act as if he doesn't exist. Legally, you're still Salome, and he can't do anything about it if

she remained Salome,

grateful to have you,

you, I have no idea when—or if— I'd ever have gotten out

voiceless, and invisible-she had nostanding at all, and Timothy always

suffocating under the pressure, enduring her

the contempt

to lose herself

thick with guilt. "If I had, I would never have let your suffer like this. From now on, I'm here. No

"Thank you, Vince."

lifted a hand, gently smoothing her hair, then patted the back of her hand with quiet

what

do. Ever since you came back into our lives, Mom's spirits have

over Jessica. She couldn't keep hiding