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 he disliked having his picture taken. If she really wanted

Timothy had taken dozens of

just didn't want photos with her. For

away this paper-thin illusion and tell Timothy she

was past ten when the sound of a car engine drifted

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

had no intention of telling Timothy about the cancer. Even if she did, he probably wouldn't care and

suitcases 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

blouse flattered her fair skin, and

her, his gaze steady and inscrutable. His voice was calm,

stepped quietly into

arms, their son Henry slept soundly, his small face nestled against Sheila's

Sheila home. Bold as

in place. Mabel, sensing the tension,

right for me to stay.

way Sheila

turned to Jessica. "Jessica,

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