Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Last time, standing outside her apartment, she'd signed an avalanche of words at him.

He'd stayed the whole night, determined to finally clear the air between them.

But Henry's paper-cutting competition was about to start, and he'd had no choice but to leave.

Now, here she was again, pouring her heart out in a torrent of sign language.

He finally understood-she'd only misunderstood him.

It wasn't that she didn't love him.

Overwhelmed, he pulled her into his arms with one swift motion, holding her tightly.

"Let go."

Jessica shoved him away with all her strength. She hated him-hated the way he threatened the people around her.

Divorce was supposed to be just between the two of them, but he always dragged others into it.

"Nora, you've got it wrong. It's not what you think."

"Timothy, don't even try. I'm not going to believe you."

Jessica turned away from him, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I really meant it when I promised to make up your birthday. I stayed up all night, planning to come back early the next day. Henry was just making things up-you can ask him yourself. Sheila wasn't with me; she went ahead to attend Ines's comic convention."

"Enough."

All these explanations felt hollow and pointless.

If it weren't for their own son blurting it out, she'd never have known Sheila had gone to Capital City with him.

She'd even considered using the voice ring he'd given her that day, but when she called using Mabel's phone, it was Sheila who answered.

They were sharing a room.

"Nora..."

but Jessica spun around, glaring at him. "I said stop talking. Don't you understand? We're past the point of explanations. Our marriage is over-broken beyond repair. I married you because I loved you. I want a divorce because I don't love you anymore. Even if you gave

to pieces by him and their son, would never

understand how cruel it was for her to see him, Sheila, and Henry

you not love me? Seven years

known

he'd hurt her, the one

her smile shattered and

more arguments, please. Sheila's just family

into The Gilded Whisper Estates, eat together, sleep together-it doesn't matter to

clenched, veins standing out across his knuckles and forehead. "Do

the truth, Mr. Lawson. Stop pretending-no one's

it."

Mr. Lawson?

Heh.

could call him by his

Timothy. Now, it was just Mr.

to cut ties

"That's right."

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