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.

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

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

answered the call and signed, asking Carlisle if

have enough. I just heard from a friend that you went to the hospital the other day.

gone to pick

and didn't want them to worry. Smiling, she signed, "I'm

little longer before saying

phone away, Jessica thought of

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

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

or on trips, she was expected

matter how cold he was, she always greeted him with

she saw him scribbling other women's names across sheets

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

wasn't until after the wedding

care. She was his wife. She convinced herself that one

But...

closed her eyes, her lips curling into a bitter, fragile

It didn't matter anymore.

on, she could