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.

said he'd

beneath

he pretended to be humble,

her seven years of silent devotion-none of it could bridge the

always be out of

she was just an

go, he had a thousand

never have

her calm, detached face, then suddenly let out a low, cold

new version of you? It doesn't

was veering completely off the path he'd set for

her fists and looked at

onto. If it bothers you

After it's

"That's enough."

out of his arm and pushed himself up from the

walked over

still wobbled, but

grip and said coldly, "We're going back to the

"You're insane!" Jessica snapped.

should be resting, not storming out like

about me? Afraid I might

and pressed her lips together,

hovered above her. head as he

and curled,

like tiny feathers-still beautiful, yet no

I die, you'd finally

"Let's go."

her out the

Downstairs, the housekeeper saw

the icy tension between

them

mothy's cold fury Jessica's

reluctance-and grew even more

them out.

a car by the curb, and before long, they

on her-no papers, no ID.

her onto a

back on

all but shoved Jessica into the

think about it. Tomorrow morning, I expect an answer 'll be