Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy sat in the car, lips pressed together in silence.

He couldn't blame everything on Henry Lawson. The truth was, he'd overestimated himself.

He'd thought taking Sheila to the parent-and-child event wouldn't change anything.

But when they got home that day, Jessica was visibly upset. Still worried Sheila might be getting the cold shoulder from his wife, he'd chased after Jessica, leaving Sheila behind. By the time he returned, Jessica was inconsolable.

Maybe that day was the tipping point-the final straw that broke what they had.

Or maybe, there'd been something on her mind for a long time. Maybe she'd tried to tell him, but he had never really listened.

And by the time he wanted to talk, she wouldn't hear a word.

But what mattered most now was the birthmark. He needed to know-how did Herbert find out about it?

He'd agreed to the divorce out of fear, worried she'd do something reckless. It wasn't what he wanted.

Jessica was supposed to be his, and his alone.

"Timothy, I'm talking to you. What are you thinking about?" his grandmother's voice broke through his thoughts.

Timothy blinked, snapping back to reality. "Sorry, Grandma. What did you say?"

"Sallie said all this happened because of Sheila. Is that true?"

At the end of the day, this was on

thought after seven years of marriage, everything had finally settled down. No one would bring up his

expected things to fall

to say Sheila wasn't to blame, but Vince's words from

Yates warned Vince so many times with no reaction, but the moment Sheila mentioned Daisy looked

you say

involved. Sheila is just

Jessica for too

she'd always cherished their family. The only abnormal moment started after Sheila visited The Gilded Whisper Estates. That

a

morning, he'd thought it through— Sheila's hotel allergy wasn't a big deal.

because Jessica wasn't at home, he hadn't bothered

from

little harder, maybe things

had given him

the very next day at

reached out to him for help, he'd dropped everything and

it all fallen apart

look where it's gotten you," Sandra said, her voice weary but gentle. "Things have only gotten worse. And what were

And anyway, Yates came with both of them and

reasoning made sense, and