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.

but Timothy had refused, claiming he disliked having his picture taken. If she really wanted a wedding photo, he'd said, she could just enlarge the

taken dozens of pictures

didn't want photos with her. For seven years, she'd clung to that fragile, transparent

this paper-thin illusion and tell

sound of

few minutes later, Mabel called out,

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

His tailored suit hugged his slender frame, the silvery fabric catching the light with a cold sheen. He

pale gold blouse flattered her fair skin, and he realized how often

and inscrutable. His voice was calm, almost

him, Sheila stepped quietly into

son Henry slept soundly, his small

brought Sheila home. Bold as you

Mabel, sensing the tension, didn't dare

be right for me to stay. I was just dropping Henry off

furrowed. The way Sheila spoke-as if she'd stayed

turned

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