Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Vince."

Left with no other choice, Phelps called out for Vince. But Vince didn't answer either he simply walked away with Jessica.

Everything was upside down now. Sallie was furious. She stormed after them.

Jessica and Vince had just reached the car when Timothy's sedan pulled up and parked right beside theirs. He got out slowly, leaning on a cane.

Jessica shot Timothy a cold glance and opened the car door.

"Jess." Timothy pressed his hand against the door, keeping it closed. "Come home, just this once. If you're worried, Vince can come with you."

His voice was low and rough, with a hint of pleading. These days, he'd become nothing more than a man waiting for his wife to come home.

Vince stepped forward. "Timothy, after what you did today, there's no going back. Don't you see that?"

Sallie, watching Timothy's defeated posture, remembered the promise she'd made to treat Jessica better for his sake. But seeing her brother hurt like this- she just couldn't stand it.

She marched over and slapped Vince hard across the face.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock. She instinctively jumped between them.

Trying to spare Timothy's feelings, Sallie simply pulled Jessica aside and fixed Vince with a glare.

"You shameless creep! Jessica isn't even divorced from Timothy yet. You're thirty, aren't you? Don't you know you don't mess around with your friend's wife?"

dragging Sallie back to his side. "What are

was only making

Timothy, her expression full of pain. "I can't just stand by and watch them

scene unfolding. They looked ready to intervene, but Sheila held them back. "Let Timothy

could only sigh in

anyone's to blame, it's me. Take Grandma and

called out anxiously,

eyes hardened.

"Fine! See if I care. Let's

back. Red marks stood

raising her hands to sign, *"You saw for yourself how your sister acted There's nothing between me and Vince but she's determined to see the worst in us,

ever stood up for

dare treat

her-your whole family, even Henry. In a marriage, a woman's place depends on her husband's support. I was foolish to think my patience

this. Trust me, just this once,

*"Too late."*

were brisk, without a trace of longing. *"I'm going to the

cornered her too many times. She couldn't

Timothy

out of the car, a folder in hand, and passed it to Timothy. "Divorce papers. I've already

out a deep breath of relief and got into

go to the police if you want.

which was why she hadn't reported him