Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 474

He’d walked right up to Jessica—a woman he’d never even met before—and proposed to her on the spot.

Even now, he couldn’t forget the way she looked at him in stunned silence, her eyes wide and searching.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

Waiting for her answer, he’d felt a strange mix of emotions—an unfamiliar struggle twisting inside him. Would she say yes? Would she turn him down?

After what felt like forever, she finally smiled and nodded.

The tension in his chest unraveled in an instant, his heart swelling so wide it felt as if it could contain mountains and rivers.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings; he was just always so reserved, so careful with himself.

That impulsive rush carried him all the way to the courthouse.

It was only when he stood there, marriage certificate in hand, the seal still fresh, that it hit him—how reckless he’d been.

He told himself to calm down, to think.

That was when she brought up taking wedding photos.

He refused.

Now Timothy wondered if maybe, from that very moment, he’d already started to hurt her.

“Timothy?”

Her voice pulled him back to the present. “You should go home,” he said quietly. “I’m fine.”

He couldn’t let Sheila get any closer to him. If things kept going this way, the distance between him and Jessica would only grow.

Sheila was stunned. Of all the things Timothy could have said to her, “go home” was the last she’d expected.

Trying to hold herself together, she protested, “You’re hurt so badly—how can I just leave you here?”

Timothy murmured, “She’s hurting more than I am.”

“You mean Jessica?” Sheila faltered, caught off guard. “Don’t worry, Vince told me—she’s not hurt at all.”

He knew Jessica wasn’t physically injured.

Her wounds were deeper.

Timothy was beginning to understand. His own injuries could be treated with medicine and rest. But the pain inside Jessica—there was no cure for that.

For her to grab the steering wheel today, knowing her temperament, it had to be more than a split-second impulse.

She really wanted out.

Maybe he should let her go. Maybe it was time to stop clutching that marriage certificate like a shackle.

But every time he imagined letting go—releasing the kite string he’d held so tightly—his heart felt empty, hollowed out.

His silence was driving Sheila mad. They were in the same room, but his mind was somewhere else—somewhere with Jessica.

Jessica was becoming heavier and heavier in his world.

And he knew now that Jessica was Salome.

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