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.

team was on the verge of falling

her own dreams, so

the call and signed, asking Carlisle if they needed

back, "No, no, we have enough. I just heard from a friend that

days ago she'd gone to pick up her

to worry. Smiling, she signed, "I'm fine, just a routine check-up. Don't

a little longer before saying

put her phone away, Jessica thought of

poured herself into her family, never

without a wedding, without a ring,

took Henry to amusement parks or on trips, she was expected to stay

was, she always

names

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

until after the wedding that she realized

his wife. She convinced herself that

But...

closed her eyes, her lips curling into a

It didn't matter anymore.

on, she could