Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 544

Timothy gazed at her, his eyes growing even darker. Only now did he realize just how deep the rift between them truly was.

“Who told you that?”

“The truth told me,” Jessica shot back without hesitation.

“That’s not it, Jessy. It’s never been like that. There’s a huge misunderstanding between us. You never once asked me, and I swear, there’s nothing inappropriate between Sheila and me. Please, don’t let your mind run wild. If we let these misunderstandings tear us apart, don’t you think that’s just too much to lose for nothing?”

She met his eyes, unwavering. “If that’s really all there is, then you’re right—it’s not worth it. But I gave you a chance. I gave myself a chance too.”

She remembered that night. He and Sheila had taken Henry upstairs, and Jessica had stayed behind in the master bedroom. She’d soaked in the tub, exhausted, and drifted off to sleep. When she woke up, it was already late. He still hadn’t come back down.

She’d assumed he’d spent the night upstairs with Sheila. What she hadn’t expected was that he’d actually come back down—he’d been busy in the kitchen, making her a birthday cake.

She’d guessed wrong. She’d misjudged him.

Maybe she’d misjudged him before, too. Maybe that box of mementos, those notes scribbled with Sheila’s name—they were all ancient history.

She’d been so close to giving up, so close to letting disappointment swallow her whole. It had taken everything she had to find the courage to give them both one last chance, to try to talk things through.

But—

She let out a soft, bitter laugh.

Actions speak louder than words.

Timothy stood there, lost. He had no idea what she was talking about.

“Jessy, we never really sat down and talked this through. Please, believe me. There’s nothing between Sheila and me. Nothing at all.”

He looked at her with unwavering sincerity. “I swear.”

“Just go.” Jessica finally tore her gaze away. “I don’t want to hear any more.”

This marriage was already battered and bruised. She couldn’t do it anymore.

She could feel it—he wasn’t lying.

He’d mentioned that night before. He’d told her he’d never abandoned her. Secretary Allen had told her too.

“All right. I’ll stop,” Timothy said softly. “Don’t be upset. When you’re ready, I’ll tell you everything. Jessy, please believe me. I’ve done a lot of thinking lately, and I’ve realized that so much of what’s come between us is just misunderstanding. I want, more than anything, for us to have a real conversation. Please, give us that chance.”

With that, he slowly released her hand.

Jessica turned away and lay down, pulling the blanket over herself, unwilling to say another word.

Timothy didn’t leave.

He turned and checked Daisy’s forehead, feeling for a fever. The cool washcloth had warmed up again, so he went to the bathroom to refresh it.

Jessica pulled the blanket tighter, burying herself beneath it.

Timothy’s low, earnest voice seemed to echo in her ears long after, refusing to fade away.