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."

She'd be returning in

studio Timothy had renovated months ago was finally finished, and he made

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

until

over.

face lit up when she saw

smiled too.

prepared a new studio for her, all

a gentle smile. "Thank you, but no. I've worked here for a long

Sheila's sake-Sheila wanted to learn animation, and Ines was happy to teach her. Contributing to the

refused, and Timothy

her grandparents back in town,

your career here, that studio is yours. I originally renovated it to thank Ines for teaching

rush of gratitude. Whether she ever used the

everything-another sign of