Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 9

Timothy was a man at the very top of the pyramid-every aspect of his life, from what he wore to what he ate, reflected his impeccable taste.

Determined to be the perfect wife for him, Jessica tried to master everything.

When their son Henry was born, she wanted even more to be someone who could care for him in every possible way.

Throughout her pregnancy, Jessica honed her culinary skills and poured her sense of style into decorating their home. She transformed their house into a cozy, elegant haven-every room spotless, every surface gleaming.

Yet, even with all her efforts, Timothy rarely wanted to come home.

It was Henry, instead, who adored her cooking. He was always praising her meals, insisting nothing he ate elsewhere ever compared.

Jessica used to think Henry couldn't even eat without her. But when she stopped making his breakfast and lunch for two days straight, he didn't even call.

It dawned on her that she'd overestimated her place in Henry's heart.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a video call. Carlisle's name flashed on the

screen.

A sudden thought struck her: it had been nearly six months since Carlisle last asked her for money.

Carlisle couldn't speak, but he had formed a team of animation enthusiasts, all of whom were mute, and they worked together on animated films.

up and the team was on the verge of falling apart, Jessica came through

to fulfill her own dreams, so she wanted to help others chase

and signed, asking Carlisle if they needed more

we have enough. I just heard from a friend that you went to the hospital the other day. Are you alright? We wanted to check on

ago she'd gone to

were busy finishing up post-production on their film and didn't want them to worry. Smiling, she signed, "I'm fine, just a routine check-up. Don't worry about me. Once you wrap up your

chatted a little longer before saying

put her phone away, Jessica thought of

seven years, she'd poured herself into her family, never taking a single day

Timothy without a wedding, without a ring, without

Henry to amusement parks or on trips, she

he was, she always

she saw him scribbling other women's names across sheets of

ago, when he'd strode toward her and asked her to marry him, she thought—just for a moment that he'd recognized her for who she

until after the wedding

by then, she didn't care. She was his wife. She convinced herself that one day, he'd

But...

her eyes, her lips curling into a

It didn't matter anymore.

could live as