Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 596

"We'll pick up the divorce papers the day after tomorrow. Let's have one last dinner together tomorrow."

Timothy just wanted to see her again-he was worried that once they divorced, he might never get the chance.

She insisted on leaving. The decision was final, and even though he wanted nothing less, he'd chosen to grant her wish.

Jessica's voice was cool, almost detached. "And you really think I'd ever trust you again?"

Every time she agreed to go back with him, he'd find a way to keep her from leaving. Once, twice-it was always the same story.

Her trust in him was gone, completely.

"This time will be different. I promise. Just trust me, okay? Just this once?"

Jessica paused, silent and thoughtful, before she finally said, "Fine."

Let's see how you like being played.

She agreed, but she had no intention of showing up.

"Tomorrow night. Six o'clock. The Silverthread Eatery."

It was Timothy's fourth day after surgery. The doctor said he was recovering well and could be discharged in five to seven days, but insisted he stay for a full week.

He negotiated: it would just be a quick dinner out, and a short trip to the courthouse the next day. He'd come right back after.

The doctor relented.

him to sponsor the fireworks show at The Silverthread Eatery the following night-make it last until

dreamed of having dinner there

couldn't give her bridal photos. He couldn't

As for the ring...

his palm, revealing the massive

he never would've chosen such a gaudy ring-definitely not

he was planning the wedding, he'd

ought to have at least one

couldn't prepare everything himself, but he'd sketched out the design for their private room

last little gift bag he'd hung on

to pick up a bouquet and hang the bag on the tree

was his

get it

He missed her.

finally see her

this than he'd ever

A new day.

Allen arrived with clothes

hair had been shaved for surgery, and now he wore a protective helmet over his skull. The swelling in his face had faded, but a bandage still wrapped his forehead. He

do, so he'd

was dressed, Henry came in,