Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 70

Jessica exited the page without reading a single word of the message.

Still, the image of Sheila's long, straight black hair lingered stubbornly in her mind.

She had the same kind of hair-glossy, dark, and perfectly straight.

Back when things were good, Timothy used to love playing with her hair, always saying how beautiful it was, how much he liked it...

But some things just can't bear close scrutiny.

Seven years-seven whole years. If she'd only paid a little more attention, maybe she would have seen everything sooner.

Her throat tightened, a choking sensation making it hard to breathe.

Love really does blind you, makes you rush headlong into disaster.

Timothy couldn't get in touch with Jessica.

Instead, he asked Mabel when Jessica had left and checked which flights she might have taken, then headed to the airport ahead of time.

There were only two possible flights she could be on.

He waited until the second flight landed, but Jessica never appeared.

Standing by the arrivals gate, Timothy's brow was drawn tight with worry.

hearing his grandfather was unwell, only to find it was nothing

going on and didn't press for

already there, Timothy decided to use the opportunity to introduce Jessica to

how close and respectful their marriage was, he'd have no reason to object

his grandfather was looking forward to meeting Jessica and had even prepared a home-cooked dinner

Sheila called him.

did you find Jessica

"No."

"She can't speak-do you think she might have

he meant, betraying his frustration. This was the last

paused, caught off

I'm a bit worried about Jessica. I shouldn't have

did Timothy realize he'd spoken

blaming you. She can't

Jessica went out, she always brought a notepad and pen. If she didn't

maybe check with Mabel again,

"Alright."

you

hanging up with Sheila, Timothy immediately called his

if my wife

his pocket but kept his eyes glued to the airport

an hour later, Allen's

no bookings for Mrs.