Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 422

Chapter 422

Linn gazed at the paper for a while before finally saying, "I don't remember. It was too long ago."

"Alright. You can go," Timothy replied, his tone flat.

As soon as Linn left, Timothy was about to feed the sheet of paper into the shredder when Jessica's words flashed through his mind: how she'd found him at home, scribbling Sheila's name over and over on the page.

That was how she'd discovered their affair.

Was it because of this piece of paper?

Timothy stared at the paper, then maneuvered his wheelchair to the master bedroom and knocked softly.

Jessica opened the door, her gaze immediately falling on the paper in his hand, its surface covered in Sheila's name.

"Was this the one you saw?" he asked.

Jessica remained silent.

"It's not what you think," Timothy explained patiently. "She asked me to help design her signature. The page just has a bunch of fonts and styles—nothing more."

He tried to keep his voice calm. "There's nothing between us-not like you think. I

The door shut sharply with a thud.

Jessica didn't want to hear it.

Whatever was broken between them couldn't be fixed with explanations. Even if he was telling the truth, did it matter anymore? Everything was in the past. It was too late.

Timothy sat in the hallway, utterly lost. He'd tried to clear things up. She'd misunderstood, and he'd tried to explain, but she shut him out all the same.

did she want from him?

himself back to the study, grabbed the wedding planner's brochure, and picked out

make things right. He meant it—even

was ending, he still owed

choice, Timothy called Secretary Allen and instructed him to

Lawson had been pushing for a divorce for weeks. Even if Mr. Lawson managed to organize the wedding, it was unlikely she'd attend. And the deadline

her laptop, lost in the swirl of Timothy's explanation.

make nice with her. She didn't need any of this. Every gesture, every attempt,

the suffocating atmosphere a moment longer, Jessica grabbed her purse and left

the villa, she flagged down a cab. As soon as

[Can we meet?]

been hoping

[Where?]

at Ines's studio? If you're there, I'll come

[I'm here.]

headed straight to Ines's studio, stopping in first

had never

hiding. She'd chosen her career

everything-except

let you down. Timothy and I registered our

In a month, the

their marriage-just that she'd chosen it recklessly, and it turned out to be nothing like

you're a thoughtful girl. I know you wouldn't make decisions on a whim.

I'll teach you everything I know-every

Mr. Smith's character 1.

inside her. She'd chosen Timothy without looking back. Ines, her mentor, had chosen her

in sign language as tears streamed

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