Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Because time has passed, and no matter how much you want it back, it's already gone," Jessica said quietly.

Counting the four years she'd spent quietly loving him, that made eleven years in

total.

For all those years, she'd loved only one man, wholeheartedly.

Maybe this was her way of finally closing the chapter on her first love.

After all, it's the unfinished stories that haunt us the most.

A beginning without an ending will always leave regret.

But once you have closure—even if the ending isn't what you hoped for it at least allows you to move on.

It was like her secret feelings for Timothy.

If there'd never been an answer, she might have wasted even more years, endlessly wondering whether he'd ever love her back. Lost in that uncertainty, she'd keep giving herself hope, letting it wear her down bit by bit.

But now the answer was clear, the outcome decided.

Win or lose, at least the story had a conclusion.

It wouldn't hang over every future decision she made.

Life is too short to be wasted over and over again.

Timothy's eyes darkened, a flash of discomfort flickering in their depths.

She made it sound as if he meant nothing at all, as if the seven years they'd spent together were completely meaningless.

"Jessy..."

"Mr. Lawson." She started to say something, but he cut her off. "Give me your passport and ID."

They weren't in their home country anymore; they were overseas.

There was no way she could be here without her passport and ID.

A moment ago, she hadn't wanted to expose him-she just wanted him to understand why she was so adamant about the divorce.

Sheila's existence had been the beginning.

But the real breaking point was the constant imbalance between them, and the way he handled everything. That was the final straw.

He had never truly respected her wishes.

when he said he'd change, his

them, she was always beneath him, and he was always

when he pretended to be humble, he held all

difference in family background, status, and her seven years of silent devotion-none

always be

she was just an

he had a thousand ways to keep her

never

stared at her calm, detached face, then suddenly let out a low, cold laugh. His lips curled, and with deliberate slowness,

used to. This new version of you? It doesn't

completely off the path he'd set for

her fists and looked at him

don't understand what you're still holding onto. If it bothers you

fine. After it's over,

"That's enough."

arm and pushed himself up

over

wobbled, but

grabbed her hand in a hard, unyielding grip and

"You're insane!" Jessica snapped.

was badly hurt-he should be resting, not storming

wrong? Worried about me? Afraid

pressed her lips

hovered above her. head as he looked down.

long and

tiny feathers-still beautiful, yet

I die, you'd

"Let's go."

her out

Downstairs, the housekeeper saw

the icy tension between

them

mothy's cold fury Jessica's

reluctance-and grew even more anxious,

them out.

by the curb, and before

had nothing on her-no papers, no ID.

pulled her onto

were back

Jessica into

"I'm giving you one night to think about it. Tomorrow