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.

you've done! Why can't you just let

them ruin everything isn't right. I

Seven years, and only now you want to fix things? People can't just keep waiting for you to get your act together. Her heart's gone cold-what took

don't want to see

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

He stepped past Vince and

a place for him. Sooner or later,

found Jessica asleep. Her lashes were still damp, and faint streaks of dried tears marked her

ached for

could tell she still cared about Timothy. If she didn't, she wouldn't have

only leave when the

gently felt her forehead-her fever seemed to have eased.

towel. ecool

fevers at night, but by morning,

disturb anyone further. He quietly

home. Instead, he drove to

the ballroom at

their wedding. Everything was ready, decorated just

every detail chosen for

it was

was the third of the month-Jessica would never show

That was fine.