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

she was always beneath

pretended to be humble, he held all

seven years of silent devotion-none of it could bridge

would always be out

she was just an ordinary girl, an

her go, he had a thousand ways to keep her under his

never have

at her calm, detached face, then suddenly let out a low, cold laugh. His lips curled, and with deliberate slowness, he said, "You'd

version of you? It

off the

looked

understand what you're still holding onto. If it bothers you that

it's over,

"That's enough."

the IV out of his arm and pushed

over to

wobbled, but he forced himself to stand

her hand in a hard, unyielding grip and said

"You're insane!" Jessica snapped.

should be resting, not storming out like

Worried about me? Afraid I

her eyes and pressed her lips together, saying

above her. head as he looked down.

long and

tiny feathers-still beautiful, yet no longer

die, you'd finally

"Let's go."

her out

Downstairs, the housekeeper saw

the icy tension between

them

mothy's cold fury Jessica's

even

them out.

a car by the curb, and before

nothing on her-no papers, no ID. There

her onto a

they were back on the

Jessica

one night to think about it. Tomorrow morning, I