Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 526

Timothy’s eyes were glued to the screen, unmoving.

Even as the credits rolled and disappeared, Jessica’s name lingered before his mind’s eye, floating there as if the darkness itself couldn’t swallow it.

She’d married him just a few months after graduating college.

He’d never shortchanged her when it came to money, not once.

Still, she lived frugally, turning the Gilded Whisper Estates into a well-ordered, peaceful home. The household account always matched her meticulous budget down to the last cent.

He’d only discovered her ledgers by accident one day. He told her there was no need to keep such detailed records—it was all just for the house, after all.

She insisted, saying that even if money came easily to him, it shouldn’t be wasted. Luck, she said, was fragile and easily squandered—the hardest thing in the world to regain.

Timothy never understood her thinking.

And he never wanted to argue about it.

So he let it go.

A few days ago, he’d opened the safe.

Everything was still there. Not a single thing missing.

So where had she gotten the money to invest in this film?

Timothy couldn’t figure it out, no matter how many times he turned it over in his head.

And this animated film—he wasn’t an expert, but even he could see it had all the makings of a hit.

Unlike the usual movies set in either contemporary or historical times, this one unfolded in the future—a unique blend of science fiction and tradition, with a style all its own.

He’d never known his wife had this kind of talent—not just animating, but writing scripts too.

Even he, a man not prone to sentimental displays, had immediately thought of his own mother. There were several scenes that stung his eyes, made him blink back a sudden rush of tears.

Her stories of family, of love—they hit home, sharp and true.

The film’s production was first-rate, too.

Soon, the theater seats around him emptied.

Only Timothy remained, still sitting alone.

He didn’t move until the next group came in for the following show.

He missed her.

He missed her so much it felt like his heart might split open.

Truth was, he’d been missing her for a long time.

Ever since he’d come back from that business trip to attend Henry’s father-son event, they hadn’t really spent much time together. In a blink, more than three months had slipped by.

Even the simple wish to hold her felt like a luxury now.

Back at Gilded Whisper Estates, Timothy made his way to the basement storage room, searching for their marriage registration photo.

He dug it out of a box.

In the frame, both of them wore crisp white shirts, the background a bright, cheerful red.

She’d always known how to savor life.

On the day they got their marriage certificate, she’d brought along a simple white veil, asking him to help pin it in her hair with a clip. Her long black hair was braided and draped over her left shoulder.

Her smile in that photo was the same as the one he’d seen in Vince’s social media posts—a smile that lit up her whole face.

Timothy felt the corners of his mouth lift.

She’d smiled at him like that, once—eyes soft, happiness shining through every gentle line.

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