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.

at the wedding photo hanging on the wall —a blown-up image from their marriage registration. She had wanted to take proper wedding portraits for their new home, but Timothy had refused, claiming

dozens

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 tell Timothy

when the sound of a car engine drifted in from

few minutes later, Mabel called out, "Ma'am,

the conversation ahead. As for her diagnosis, she had no intention of telling Timothy about the cancer. Even

behind him, his steps measured and graceful. His tailored suit hugged his slender frame, the silvery fabric catching the light with a cold sheen. He lifted his chin slightly, his deep-set eyes scanning the room until

The pale gold blouse flattered her fair skin, and he

inscrutable. His voice was calm, almost gentle.

stepped

her arms, their son Henry slept soundly, his small face nestled

Sheila home. Bold as

Mabel, sensing the tension, didn't dare

wouldn't be right for me to stay. I was just dropping Henry off I have

brow furrowed. The way Sheila spoke-as

arms and turned to Jessica. "Jessica,

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