Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 234

"Thank you for comforting me. Honestly, I feel a lot better after talking to you. I really thought I was a failure."

Sheila forced a smile, trying to keep her composure.

"I'll take care of this. You don't need to worry about it just focus on your own life," Timothy said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

With Timothy's reassurance, Sheila's anxiety faded. She trusted he'd always have her back.

Jessica's situation was entirely different. Now that she was on her own, she had the freedom to throw herself into her career. But Jessica had married Timothy-he was her whole world now. Why bother competing in the workplace, fighting for a slice of recognition, when she already had him?

If Sheila could marry Timothy, she wouldn't waste a second on a career. Winning Timothy's heart would be her sole ambition.

Jessica, honestly, had no idea what she was doing.

But maybe that was for the best. The more Jessica insisted on stirring things up, the better Sheila's chances became.

Timothy drove Sheila home, then prepared to go find Jessica. Only then did he realize she still hadn't replied to any of his messages. His irritation simmered.

He'd spent so much time coaxing her-wasn't it clear she should focus on keeping their family together, not making his life more complicated?

and Jessica had never once mentioned wanting to go back to work. Now, just when Sheila hit a rough

precision-always just in time to overshadow Sheila, even making her question her

have a serious

He dialed Secretary Allen.

where my wife's been lately.

still so much to do-family traditions, dinner prep he needed Jessica

an hour later, Secretary Allen called

Lawson bought a train ticket this

gone back to

made sense. Thanksgiving was

family gone, she'd probably returned to pay her

on the highway, driving for two hours before pulling up outside Jessica's old house. Sure enough, the lights glowed warmly through the

out and knocked on the

When she heard the knock, she assumed it was a neighbor. She opened the door-and there he was, his deep- set eyes

the door, but Timothy was already inside. He

eyes met; Jessica's gaze was defiant, while Timothy's burned with

gripped her chin, and