Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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.

to take proper wedding portraits for their new home, 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 registration photo. So, after seven years of marriage, that single, formal snapshot was

dozens

hated the camera, Jessica realized. He just didn't want photos

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

of a car engine drifted in

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

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 she had no desire to invite that kind

entered first, rolling two suitcases behind him, his steps measured and graceful. His tailored suit hugged his slender frame, the silvery fabric catching the

blouse flattered her fair skin, and he realized how

usually sharp features softened as he regarded her, his gaze steady and inscrutable. His voice was calm,

stepped

arms, their son Henry slept soundly, his small

home. Bold as you

place. Mabel, sensing the tension, didn't dare

Timothy's sleeve. "Timothy, you're married. Your wife is here. It wouldn't be right for me to stay. I was just dropping Henry off

Sheila spoke-as if she'd

Henry in her arms and turned to Jessica. "Jessica, come take Henry,