Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 255

Timothy was just about to explain when the shrill ring of his phone cut him off.

His heart stuttered. Was it Sheila calling?

He'd intended to head straight to Moonstrand Villas, but then he'd realized-if Jessica was leaving, Vince would be the one to drive her. She hadn't been back to The Gilded Whisper Estates for the past two or three days, which meant she must have had somewhere else to stay. So he'd waited outside Zimmerman Manor, and sure enough, he'd seen Vince walk her out.

He'd tailed them all the way here.

His original plan was just to find out where she was living and leave.

But in the end, he just couldn't help himself. He'd followed her inside.

Sheila would be worried if he didn't show up soon.

But the call wasn't from Sheila. It was Kane Sutton.

Timothy hung up, his voice noticeably gentler as he turned back. "What's going on between Sheila and me isn't what you think. Seven years ago, when I married you, it was because_"

His phone rang again.

Still Kane.

Timothy snatched up the call. "This

If I hadn't come by tonight, worried she'd be

tightened. "How is she

in the ambulance-listen, the paramedics are working on her right now. Just how cold-hearted can you be, leaving her all

hospital? I'm

away from the door, and yanked it open, still clutching

smile didn't last. Tears spilled

sounded frantic just now,

unnaturally quiet, making it all

from the terrace

foot there. She'd heard the staff at the Lawsons' mention it before—the

in except his sister, Sallie. Not even the cleaning staff were allowed

could make Timothy this

ever broke through

allergic to hotels. All she needed was a change of sheets, but

ankle or had a sore throat, Timothy would

with a dry heave, bright blood spilling from her lips onto the floor-a vivid, shocking red that made her

pain stabbed through her abdomen, her head swimming. She doubted she could even make it to the hospital