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."

But he held back. She'd be returning in a few days,

Timothy had renovated months ago was finally finished, and he made a special trip

sitting at the computer, with Ines at her side, teaching and explaining with care.

didn't interrupt. He waited until Ines

over.

Timothy!" Sheila's face lit

too. "You made

Ines he'd prepared a new studio for her, all set up would she like to

"Thank you, but no. I've worked here for

knew Timothy had arranged the studio for Sheila's sake-Sheila wanted to learn animation, and Ines was happy to teach

Timothy didn't press

for her. With her grandparents back in town, the three of

drive home, Timothy handed Sheila the studio keys. "If you ever decide to build your career here, that studio is yours. I originally renovated it to thank Ines

felt a sweet rush of gratitude. Whether she

everything-another sign of