Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 52

"What's that supposed to mean, Jessica?"

Sallie could hardly ignore how strange Jessica was acting today.

Jessica didn't speak-she never did and she clearly had no intention of pulling out her phone to type a reply for Sallie to read.

She'd already made up her mind: she didn't want her husband or her son

anymore. Why would she care what Sallie thought of her?

When Jessica remained silent, Sallie's irritation only deepened. Huffing, she snapped, "I'm calling Timothy right now. I'll tell him to dump you!"

With that, Sallie whipped out her phone.

Jessica didn't move. If Sallie really could convince Timothy to leave her, so much the better. She wanted the divorce anyway.

The call connected quickly.

to find Jessica at the

She's dragging a suitcase around, who knows where she's planning to go. Didn't even bother to greet me. I tried talking to her, but she ignored me. Henry's still in the hospital and

out all her pent-up anger in

his tone cool, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her leave. I'll be

and tossed her hair, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smirk. "I've called Timothy. He'll be here any minute. You'd better stay

lowered her gaze, an ironic smile

with almost blinding devotion. Timothy was her pride and joy,

had never given Jessica so much as a

as she would an older sister, never once losing her temper or holding a

in a minor car accident and fractured her leg. Henry was just a few months old, and Timothy was out of town. Jessica moved into Sallie's loft with

matter how much she gave, it never melted Sallie's icy

win over people who would never warm

up beside Jessica, parking

stepped out, and Sallie hurried to

her face. You'd think I owed

the day he'd walked up to her and asked if she would marry