Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 474

He'd walked right up to Jessica—a woman he'd never even met before—and

proposed to her on the spot.

Even now, he couldn't forget the way she looked at him in stunned silence, her

eyes wide and searching.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

Waiting for her answer, he'd felt a strange mix of emotions—an unfamiliar struggle

twisting inside him. Would she say yes? Would she turn him down?

After what felt like forever, she finally smiled and nodded.

The tension in his chest unraveled in an instant, his heart swelling so wide it felt

as if it could contain mountains and rivers.

It wasn't that he didn't have feelings; he was just always so reserved, so careful

with himself.

That impulsive rush carried him all the way to the courthouse.

It was only when he stood there, marriage certificate in hand, the seal still fresh,

that it hit him—how reckless he'd been.

He told himself to calm down, to think.

That was when she brought up taking wedding photos.

He refused.

Now Timothy wondered if maybe, from that very moment, he'd already started to

hurt her.

"Timothy?"

Her voice pulled him back to the present. "You should go home," he said quietly.

"I'm fine."

He couldn't let Sheila get any closer to him. If things kept going this way, the

distance between him and Jessica would only grow.

Sheila was stunned. Of all the things Timothy could have said to her, "go home"

was the last she'd expected.

Trying to hold herself together, she protested, "You're hurt so badly—how can I

just leave you here?"

"She's hurting more

off guard.

not hurt

knew Jessica wasn't physically

Her wounds were deeper.

beginning to understand. His own injuries could be treated

pain inside Jessica—there was

her to grab the steering wheel today, knowing her temperament, it had

than a split-second

She really wanted out.

let her go. Maybe it

certificate like a shackle.

he imagined letting go—releasing the kite

heart felt empty, hollowed

They were in the same

else—somewhere

and heavier in

knew now that Jessica

invisible fist was tightening around

many years, but the man she

and further away.

to Sheila. "Go home. Don't make me

again."

calm, but they crashed through Sheila's

one tearing at the

back straight and

His face was

half an hour

when Vince

cottage, his heart aching

quite name.

least the place was cozy

to sit in the living room. As she

in the space, then finally asked in a

grow up here?"

was something raw in his voice, and the way he looked at

with an emotion Herbert couldn't quite name—made the

unsettled.

made no attempt to hide

with my mom in the city.

So yes, I suppose this is where I spent most of my

but it's warm. Your grandmother must have loved

her grandmother had

Jessica's mutism,

had worked herself

bone. She'd

of, and

not being able to

had weighed heavily on

the

she'd passed away

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