Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sheila sprang to her feet, stumbling over to Timothy. She dropped to her knees in front of him, clutching his hands so tightly her knuckles turned white, tears streaming down her face as she cried out his name. "Timothy, please, don't leave me. Please, I'm begging you. I don't care that you have Jessy, I don't even care if I stay in the shadows. Do you have any idea how much I think about you every single day? I'm almost thirty, Timothy, and you've built a life with Jessy. You should know how hard it is for someone my age to hold all this in. Please, just give me one chance. I'm begging you."

Her sobs were raw and desperate, and guilt twisted inside Timothy.

But all he could offer her was regret-and, perhaps, some hollow attempts to make up for it in other ways. He couldn't give her what she wanted.

"Sheila, please don't-this isn't something we should even be discussing." Sheila collapsed against his legs, leaving dark stains of tears on his suit pants.

"But Timothy, I want my first time to be with you. Please, I'm begging you. Take me, please?"

"Timothy..." She looked up at him, eyes brimming with longing and sorrow, her face so heartbreakingly vulnerable.

In the end, Timothy pushed her away and got to his feet. "You need to calm down. Everything you said today—I'm just going to pretend it was a dream, alright? Don't ever bring it up again. I have a wife and a child. There is nothing more between us. There never will be."

Ever since he got married, the idea of something more with Sheila had never even crossed his mind-not once.

He gripped his cane tightly. "Save your first time for your future husband. He'll cherish you more than I ever could."

He turned and walked away.

"Timothy!" Sheila scrambled after him, grabbing him from behind, arms locked desperately around his waist, her voice breaking as she sobbed, "I don't want anyone else I only want you. Seven years ago, you were the one who wanted to marry me. How can you be so cruel and just walk away?"

Timothy pried her arms off him, his voice edged with finality. "When you gave up back then, I never got a word from you. I assumed you'd made your choice. That was my mistake. But I'm being clear now: this is over. Don't ever bring it up again."

"This ends here."

He steadied himself on his cane and strode away, not looking back.

howling, sobbing so hard it was as if

seven years of heartbreak

little tramp, Salome Zimmerman,

wouldn't. Timothy had

***

the car, Timothy called Secretary Allen, instructing him

devastated, but he had to take back the painting. He couldn't risk losing Jessica. He couldn't

Timothy stopped at a pharmacy, bought

used for water, filled it with a fresh bottle,

Herbert had spent the whole day with Daisy, even having dinner

the next day and asked her to send Daisy back to the Zimmermans'

I'll

gently, "I don't want to say goodbye either, sweetheart. But you need to go to school, okay? Winter break is coming up soon and pick you up after your last class. We'll spend the whole holiday together, and once I sort out a few things, I'll talk to your uncle

Daisy nodded obediently.

them back to the Zimmerman home and then took Jessica to her apartment at

got out, Herbert reached into the glovebox and pulled out a small, wrapped gift. "Merry

present-there was no reason to refuse, so Jessica accepted it with a

be here for you. Just

the car, and closed the

all she could offer. Anything else would have to

refused to cross

ed her go inside

Herbert watched

the car around

silently hoping