Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"So you want a divorce, you'd rather throw away your marriage and your child-all because you were jealous of her? Are you really that foolish?"

"We're husband and wife. She's just someone from the outside."

"Do you really think I'd propose to someone I didn't even like, the first time I met them?"

"I didn't just leave you behind."

"Wouldn't it be a waste to end this over a misunderstanding?"

"You sent out an SOS. I got it. I understood. I came for you, I came as fast as I could!"

"You almost drowned-in water barely up to your knees!"

"Why don't you want to hear me out? Are you afraid that everything really is just a misunderstanding? That you still care about me, deep down?"

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Maybe most women, when faced with the man they've truly loved, find themselves defenseless.

People say he's heartless, but that isn't true.

They say he's oblivious, but he's sharp as a tack-always able to pierce right to the core of her heart with unnerving precision.

And that, more than anything, infuriated her.

He knew she was still holding on, but he always ignored it, never giving her even the slightest response.

The tea she brewed, the comforting soup she made, again and again he never drank any of it.

It always went cold.

no one else in this world who could

changed Daisy's towel, and tucked

to Jessica, curled up on the bed, hugging her

moved to the other side of

open, lashes soaked, tears streaking

a thousand tiny needles pricking at Timothy's

the wetness at the corners

tears before-when she couldn't take it, or

crying out of

had never seen her

slowly crouched down beside her, leaning against the bed,

with aching

didn't even know what

"Jessy."

to gather her close, to soothe her-but his hand froze in midair, afraid she'd push him

pearls snapped from a string, each

hold back

had to comfort

to

and kissed

eye.

of me. Don't

voice

face was close, his breath warm against

"Jessy."