Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Henry's parents are such a perfect pair."

"No kidding-handsome dad, gorgeous mom. No wonder Henry's such a cute kid himself."

"Honestly, that family of three is enough to make anyone jealous."

Scrolling through those comments, Jessica felt nothing anymore. The emotions that once would have stung her heart had faded into numbness. What lingered was only a dull ache for the woman she used to be a woman who gave everything without reservation. Her eyes stung, tears pricking at the corners, threatening to spill over.

A sharp pain twisted in her abdomen, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Mabel, the housekeeper, noticed something was wrong and hurried over. "Ma'am, are you feeling alright? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Jessica shook her head and quickly typed a message on her phone: "I'm fine. I just need to rest for a bit."

"Are you sure?"

Jessica nodded and tried to give a reassuring smile.

She got up, poured herself a glass of water, and slipped into the bedroom. From her bag, she took out the medication the doctor had prescribed for conservative treatment and swallowed a few pills as instructed.

image from their marriage registration. She had wanted to take proper wedding portraits for their new home, but Timothy had refused, claiming he

Timothy had taken dozens of pictures

Jessica realized. He just didn't want photos with her. For seven years, she'd clung to that fragile,

anymore. Tonight, she would tear away this paper-thin illusion and

ten when the sound of a car engine drifted in

later, Mabel called out, "Ma'am, sir and

for the conversation ahead. As for her diagnosis, she had no intention of telling Timothy about the cancer. Even if she did, he probably wouldn't

frame, the silvery fabric catching the light with a cold sheen. He lifted

beautiful tonight. The pale gold blouse flattered her fair skin, and

features softened as he regarded her, his gaze steady and inscrutable. His voice was calm, almost gentle. "We have a guest.

stepped quietly into the

her arms, their son Henry slept soundly,

Sheila home. Bold as

place. Mabel, sensing the tension, didn't

"Timothy, you're married. Your wife is here. It wouldn't be right for me to stay.

Sheila spoke-as if she'd

arms and turned to Jessica. "Jessica,

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