Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Jessy, from what I see, he doesn't really want a divorce. Are you sure there's no way back for you two?"

"There's no going back, Ines. He's already got someone else in his heart. The only reason he won't sign the papers isn't because he wants to save our marriage, but because..."

Jessica hesitated to tell Ines about Timothy and Sheila. She certainly didn't want Ines to know she was nothing more than a human shield for their relationship. Admitting it would only make her humiliation complete.

She paused, then added, "Anyway, he doesn't love me. And I've lost any hope I had for this marriage."

Ines didn't press further. They'd just arrived outside The Silverthread Eatery. Ines offered to drive Jessica home, but Jessica insisted she wanted to walk for a while and told Ines to go ahead.

After watching Ines drive away, Jessica stood by the curb, flagging down a cab. As she waited, a Bentley glided past her, its back window rolled down. She caught

a glimpse of a face she recognized instantly-a face she could never forget.

The cab arrived. Jessica quickly got in.

"Please, follow that car up ahead," she told the driver, her voice urgent.

Eyes fixed on the Bentley, she pulled out her phone, snapping a photo of its license plate. After all these years, she'd finally seen him again.

She had no idea where the car was headed. The taxi followed for half an hour, weaving through the city. At a busy intersection, the Bentley slipped through a yellow light just as theirs turned red, forcing them to stop. The light dragged on, and by the time traffic moved, the Bentley had vanished.

At least Jessica had the license plate. She told the driver to turn around and take her back to The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Jessica get into the cab outside The Silverthread Eatery. Noticing she wasn't heading home, he decided to follow her, only to realize after a while that she seemed to be

had just gotten home when Timothy

up with her at the door, still

Timothy stepped in front of her, blocking her way. She didn't have time to stop

thinking, he wrapped his arm around

familiar scent, the restless ache in his heart eased at

with a shove-he only had

you see how much I can't stand you? If it weren't for news about Vince's sister, do you honestly think I'd

least she was talking, not shutting him out. "What I

he tried to talk, she'd either ignore him or storm off before

shot back, exasperated. "Haven't I spelled it out for you

tried to explain.

nothing between

ago, I said

because she

She was afraid no one would ever want

the future at the time, so said I'd marry her. We're