Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 500

Yates spoke with an easy, indifferent air. “Figure out who you’re looking for before you accuse me of stealing your woman.”

Vince couldn’t help but silently give Yates a nod of approval.

It was the kind of question Timothy simply couldn’t answer.

He could only try to find his wife, Jessica.

But when he arrived at the Zimmerman house, there was no one named Jessica.

He asked for Salome, but Salome had nothing to do with him.

Timothy’s expression darkened. “So you’re against me too?”

“No,” Yates replied calmly, “I’m just trying to protect my fiancée. Timothy, if you can’t answer that question, you should go. Your wife isn’t here. The only people in this house are Vince’s sister, Mrs. Zimmerman’s daughter, and my fiancée.”

Inside the house, Jessica and Mrs. Zimmerman emerged from the study. Zachary set a steaming dish on the dining table and called out, “Salome, your brother and Yates are outside. Go call them in for dinner.”

“Okay.”

Jessica opened the front door, surprised to see snow quietly falling outside. Wonder lit up her delicate features.

She tilted her head back, gazing up at the sky.

She hadn’t even looked toward the front gate yet.

But before she could, a familiar figure—unexpected and unguarded—caught Timothy’s eye.

Only then did he realize just how much he’d missed her.

“Jessy!”

Her name, spoken in that familiar yet foreign voice, cut through the biting wind and found Jessica’s ears. She turned toward the gate.

He had wasted so many nights and days they could have spent together. And now, even seeing her face felt like an impossible climb.

“I’m sorry.”

“Alright, message received. Anything else? Dinner’s getting cold,” Jessica replied, her tone as detached as if she were speaking to a stranger.

“That day at the courthouse—you promised me you’d stay home for this month of reflection. The month isn’t up yet. I’ve come to take you home.”

At this, Vince bristled. “Timothy—”

“Let me handle it, Vince,” Jessica said softly, shaking her head. She looked at Timothy, her lips curving in a cool, distant smile. “There is no home for us anymore. It’s over, Timothy. Where do you plan to take me? Lawson Mansion? Or The Gilded Whisper Estates?”

Timothy’s mouth opened, but no answer came.

Jessica went on, “Don’t forget, we had a deal. You were supposed to bring Vince’s sister home, and I would stay at The Gilded Whisper Estates for a month. But you broke your promise, so I’m not obliged to keep mine. So, go. On the day we finalize the papers, I’ll see you at the registry office.”