Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She'd been tricked into this cage.

If she'd known, back then, why he really wanted to marry her-

No matter how much she loved him, she would never have agreed.

She would have fought her way out, no matter what.

"I don't want anyone else."

Jessica's gestures were firm, her expression steeled. "That's your problem, not mine. You heard Vince just now-he said he'd go look for his sister himself. Don't think you can threaten me with that. You know perfectly well what you did to me that night. For the sake of our son, I don't want him to be shamed by all this. But if you push me, I'll take you down with me. I have nothing left to lose."

Timothy had never seen her like this before.

She was always gentle, always smiling softly, her manners impeccable.

So when she first asked for a divorce, he thought she was just making a scene.

He never imagined it would come to this.

Some things, deep down in a person's bones, never change.

As a child, she'd always been obedient, mild-mannered, willing to yield on most things.

But when it truly mattered, she stood her ground.

Like that time in preschool, when a little girl from an ordinary family was being bullied by a rich boy. Jessica saw it happen and insisted the boy apologize. She wouldn't back down.

No compromise.

“The hearing is tomorrow. If you don't show up, I'll call the police."

Her hands dropped. She turned on her heel and walked away, her posture resolute, not a hint of hesitation in her stride.

for Jessica, surprised to see her come out so quickly.

refuses to tell me where your sister is. I'm sorry,

go back. Once he's out of

trying to comfort Jessica, but

at the Zimmerman house, Jessica video-called

to start speaking

new people and situations around her, being unable to speak made everything

not at

something was different about the room behind

I'm at the Zimmermans',"

Herbert she was returning, not

up but hadn't asked her exactly when, assuming she'd

suddenly struck by the thought that maybe Jessica trusted Vince more

for the

nodded, then signed, "I think I

"Really?"

so

a sound by accident when I got emotional. I tried again, and I can talk. I'll

lowered her hands and, slowly and

slow, the pronunciation a little off,

rate, you won't even

uncomfortable when

Don't worry. Just keep up your exercises. Wait

hearing tomorrow. For now, I'll

call me as soon as

now

she arrived

not to rush speaking, to avoid straining her vocal cords, and to stick to her regular

said

got ready for bed.