Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince hauled Timothy to his feet and, furious, landed a punch squarely on his jaw. The veins on Vince's forehead bulged with anger.

Yates was right.

As long as Jessica stayed single, Timothy would never let her go.

The Zimmermans could forget about having peace.

Jessica lay motionless, refusing to give Timothy any reaction at all.

"Outside. Now." Vince's voice was low and icy, every word edged with warning.

Timothy glanced back at Jessica, but she kept her eyes closed, shutting him out completely. She didn't want to think about him anymore. Her heart wasn't just cold -it felt frozen.

Outside, dawn was just beginning to pale the sky.

Vince and Timothy stood facing each other in the early morning light.

"Are you planning to make my family's life hell forever?" Vince demanded.

"There's been a misunderstanding between me and Jessica," Timothy argued, desperate. "Things aren't what you think."

He was still trying, still clinging to the hope that he could save their marriage.

what misunderstandings there are, they don't erase what you've done! Why can't you just let her go? All this hounding-don't

build a family. We've had so many misunderstandings, and letting them ruin everything isn't

now you want to fix things? People can't just keep waiting for you to get your act

want to see you again. Don't make

wasn't the type to scream or make scenes; it was Timothy's relentless pestering that kept hurting

didn't argue anymore. He stepped past Vince

Sooner or later, the truth

still damp, and faint streaks of dried tears marked

ached

tell she still cared about Timothy. If she didn't, she wouldn't have run from their marriage

leave when

Daisy's bed. He gently felt her forehead-her fever seemed to have

towel. ecool

to run fevers at night,

want to disturb anyone further. He

go home. Instead, he drove to

booked the ballroom

was ready,

liked-warm, romantic, every detail chosen for

it was too

broken. It was the third of the

That was fine.