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?"

reached out, dragging Sallie back

was only

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

the scene unfolding. They looked ready to intervene, but Sheila held

Abell could only sigh

not their fault. If anyone's to blame, it's me. Take Grandma

called out anxiously,

eyes hardened.

if I care. Let's see how you like being pushed

Red marks

yourself how your sister acted There's nothing between me and Vince but she's determined to see

stood up

she dare treat me

husband's support. I was foolish to think my patience would ever earn your respect. Now tell me, what's left for me to

handle this. Trust me, just this

*"Too late."*

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

too many times. She

Timothy called

secretary climbed out of the car, a folder in hand, and passed it to

Sheila let out a deep breath of relief and

signature was right there. "You can go to the police if

was why she hadn't reported him