Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 56

The house felt cold and empty.

At least Mabel greeted them, stepping forward to take Timothy's coat and bag, hanging them up with practiced care.

Timothy frowned slightly.

"Where's my wife?"

"She's upstairs, in her room."

His brow furrowed deeper. "Has she eaten?"

"Mrs. Carter said she wasn't hungry…"

Timothy didn't hesitate. He went straight upstairs and opened the bedroom door. Jessica sat at her desk, a pair of scissors in hand, focused on cutting out delicate patterns from a piece of paper.

He walked over. Jessica didn't even look up at the sound of his footsteps.

Leaning against the desk, Timothy gazed down at her. "So, you're not making dinner, and you're not eating either?"

Jessica continued snipping the paper, blatantly ignoring him.

A slow burn of frustration flared in Timothy's chest. Lately, everything felt as if it were slipping out of his control.

"Jessica." His voice dropped, shadowed with warning.

Finally, she set the scissors down, picked up a stack of papers from beside her, and handed them to him. It was the divorce agreement.

The words *Divorce Agreement* stared back at him, sharp as a slap. Jessica had already signed her name.

Timothy's grip tightened. He crumpled the papers in his fist and tossed them into the trash.

He cast a cool, sideways glance at Jessica, his tone crisp. "You'd throw away a perfectly good life. What exactly is it you want?"

Jessica replied in sign language, her movements sharp. *What is a ‘perfectly good life'?*

She gave a bitter smile and continued, her hands steady. *Tell me, Timothy. Is a ‘good life' a husband who's always away on business, who brings another woman to parent-teacher day and lets her play ‘Mom'? Or…*