Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She had a husband who, by all accounts, was practically perfect-successful, charming, admired by everyone.

Yet, when it came to her, he never truly helped. In fact, he'd done everything in his power to block her ambitions and keep her from advancing in her career.

It made her realize something simple but undeniable. If someone truly cares about you, even the smallest signal-a word, a look, sometimes nothing at all-is enough. They just know when you need help, and they step up without being asked.

But if they don't care? You could beg until your voice was hoarse, and they still wouldn't see or hear you.

The contrast couldn't have been clearer, and it left Jessica feeling that having a husband like hers was no different from having no one at all.

At least, it would all be over soon. The court hearing was coming up.

Jessica tapped out a message to Vince.

"I'll never forget what you've done for me."

Someday, if she had the chance, she'd repay Vince's kindness, properly, as it deserved.

"Don't mention it. I visited Carlisle's studio and was truly moved. I hope both of you find your way back and realize your worth."

added another line-he wanted to tell her he was still searching for a specialist who could help treat her aphasia. But he held back. She'd be returning in a few days, and with him still overseas, it wasn't the right time to arrange anything. Once she was safely

finally finished, and he made a

the computer, with Ines at her side, teaching and explaining with care. Sheila listened, focused and eager, taking in

interrupt. He waited until Ines finished before wheeling

over.

Timothy!" Sheila's face lit up when she

too. "You

a new studio for her, all set

for a long

to teach her. Contributing to the field was reward enough; she'd never accept such

Timothy didn't press

to wait for her. With her grandparents back in town, the three of them were all staying

the studio keys. "If you ever decide to build your career here, that studio

she ever used

everything-another sign of