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.

dried up and the team was on the verge of

managed to fulfill her own dreams, so she wanted

call and signed, asking Carlisle if they needed

friend that you went to the hospital the other

remembered two days ago she'd gone

up post-production on their film and didn't want them to worry. Smiling, she signed, "I'm fine, just a

little longer before

put her phone away, Jessica thought of

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

married Timothy without a wedding, without a ring, without even a

Henry to amusement parks or on

was, she always greeted him with a

saw him scribbling other women's names across sheets of paper,

asked her to marry him, she thought—just for a moment that he'd recognized her for

wasn't until after the wedding that she realized he

she didn't care. She was his wife.

But...

lips curling

It didn't matter anymore.

now on, she could