Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He was right.

It was the truth.

That's exactly the kind of person he was.

And that was why Jessica had always wanted to break free from him, to escape.

"Yates, thank you," she said quietly.

"No need to thank me. I'm not letting you off easy, either. We're competing fair and square," Yates replied.

Timothy's voice was hoarse. "Alright."

Yates had made himself perfectly clear. If Timothy still refused to change, then he really would lose Jessica forever.

Jessica had compromised for Herbert's sake, for Vince's sake—because she always tried to do the right thing, always thought of others.

But he hadn't.

He only wanted what he wanted.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, so he kept trying to trap her at his side, ignoring her feelings completely.

"I'm hanging up."

"Yates, wait."

before he could end the call. "Can you tell me

about it. You'll figure it out,"

phone as the

wanted him to figure it

it out,

still at home. So where had

widened. He quickly dialed

Foster's bank statements—the card I used to transfer two

get on it

Timothy paced anxiously, waiting.

was sprawled on her bed, scrolling through Twitter posts about Timothy feverishly promoting Jessica's film.

had fallen for

but even from the trailers and clips circulating online, she could tell, as a professional, that this movie

Jessica's name would be

so tightly her knuckles ached. She had worked so hard,

she'd participated in had ever reached these

completely outshone

after this... how could Timothy ever have

Sheila

help me

the bathroom just as her phone rang. She hurried

She picked up immediately.

Mute, I saw your film! Even at the early screenings, it's already a hit. I'm