Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 1

As soon as she closed the car door, the world's noise vanished.

Jessica Greene stared at the liver cancer diagnosis in her lap, her hazel eyes rimmed red. The paper trembled in her hands, crumpling beneath her grip.

The doctor had told her she'd missed the window for surgery-six months left, at best.

Today was the school's annual parent-child event. Out of the blue, Timothy

Lawson had told her she should come.

Seven years had passed since the day Timothy, once the untouchable darling of high society, became her husband.

In all those years, he'd never once brought her to a public event.

Once upon a time, that invitation would have sent her over the moon.

Even the housekeeper had beamed when she heard the news. "Mrs. Lawson, looks like Mr. Lawson finally wants to make things official!"

No one knew that ever since Jessica discovered his secret, she'd been quietly getting her affairs in order, preparing to leave him.

She hadn't planned to go to the school event at all.

But she couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her son.

She could shut Timothy out of her heart, but she couldn't do the same to Henry- the little boy she'd carried for nine long months.

Arriving at the school, Jessica took a notepad from her purse and wrote a neat line before handing it to the security guard.

Hello, I'm Henry Lawson's mom from Class 1-3. I'm here for the parent-child event -could you please let me in?

outfit carefully: a soft, crinkled blouse, hair loosely swept up, and-for the first time in ages-the pearl earrings Timothy had

with; with a bit of effort, she

how kids were. They always wanted their mom to look her best for

guard arched an eyebrow.

smiled

trauma, she'd lost her voice. By now, she was used to

out the sign-in sheet, scanning it

over.

thought. Too

already signed in.

and quickly wrote, Henry is my son. There's no reason for

her and jabbed a finger at Henry's name. "Take a good

she read the names in

sneers and sideways glances that came with

her chest felt impossibly

guard's

scrawled in Timothy's unmistakable hand-Sheila

wasn't even trying to hide

but once, while tidying Timothy's study, she'd found a slip of paper tucked beneath the desk. Sheila's name had been scribbled over

over.

had told her everything she needed to

last

born, Timothy had

finally clicked. Today, Jessica's

from caring for Henry, she'd poured her remaining

the attorneys heard Timothy's

anymore. In six months, she'd be