Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Yes."

That's exactly how suffocating it felt.

If they could part on good terms, maybe she'd remember the good in him.

The failure of their marriage-she knew it was the result of her own bad choices. She wasn't about to pin all the blame on him.

But this relentless pressure-this was what she truly hated.

All Jessica wanted was a small slice of life that belonged to her alone, but even that tiny wish, he insisted on denying her.

Jessica Greene looked at him, sorrow weighing in her eyes. "You're not a fool, Timothy. You know exactly what's become of our marriage. There are only a few weeks left-what's the point in dragging this out?"

"Jessy, most marriages fall apart because of cheating, family issues, or lack of communication. Now you want a divorce-shouldn't we at least sit down and talk about what went wrong? If we can fix it, let's fix it. If we can't, then we'll end it. That's how a marriage should be-beginning to end. Why can't we just talk?"

Jessica let out a bitter laugh. "So you do understand."

He knew everything, yet acted as if he didn't know a thing.

"I've been thinking it through, Jessy. I'm sorry. We've been married seven years—I thought everything was normal. If you want to go home tonight, that's fine. But can we please sit down and talk?" Timothy gestured to the chair across from him.

Jessica remained standing. "We're way past the talking stage."

"We still have a few weeks, don't we? How is it too late?"

any feeling I had left for this marriage

found the perfect words, nothing could bring back the woman she'd

because Timothy was so calm that Jessica didn't even want to fight. They barely ever argued. She used to be the quiet one, unable

is, you

people do," Jessica

He stubbed it out, grabbed his cane, and walked over

cane, he was still devastatingly handsome-his

never wanted a divorce. I agreed to it just to buy myself thirty more days. Time is slipping away-one week's already gone. I don't want to waste what's left. Can you give me these last three weeks? Can you try

tension and resignation. "Did you

misunderstanding between us. Whatever you think you saw-did you ever try to verify it? There's a saying-even what we see with our own eyes can

Jessica fell silent.

nothing left

into silence, Timothy pressed on. "If

back, "Don't you already

it. You mean about me and Sheila

face the whole

was palpable "That isn't all of it. We don't see the world the same way-our values don'Dmatch,

couldn't be bothered to mention Sheila again.

and she was long past

to

her path. "So you're not even

a chance to explain?"

the title of Mrs. Lawson back to you.