Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica typed a quick message on her phone.

"I'll make my own arrangements. There's no need for you to worry."

Phelps glanced at the screen, then looked up at her, his gaze lingering.

"I remember Timothy made you sign a prenup. If you divorce him, you won't get a dime. You've been married to him, what, seven years now? A woman only has so many sets of seven years in her life. Are you really willing to let them slip by?"

A woman only has so many sets of seven years.

If she lived long enough, maybe there'd be another seven years. But this was her last. She'd spent her final seven years on Timothy.

Seven years ago, Timothy wanted to marry her. She'd been so happy, floating through life on a cloud. Even signing the prenup hadn't bothered her. She wanted love. She wanted Timothy. Nothing else mattered.

Looking back now, it all seemed absurd.

She replied to Phelps.

"A bet's a bet. Loser pays the price."

"And what makes you so sure you'll lose? Ever since Sheila showed up, have you ever tried fighting for him?"

Phelps wasn't beating around the bush anymore, just laying it all out—Sheila and Timothy were involved.

Jessica gave a helpless little smile.

years. I already know

held her phone up for Phelps to

up and ending the

strode out and called

dug Henry's medication from her purse and pressed it

meds. Make sure he takes them on

left, Jessica handed the pills

at the label-children's medicine. She realized it was for Henry and

studied her for

I'll make sure he gets

housekeeper's job. Mabel wasn't shirking her duties. Jessica had just always insisted on caring

to the master

section left. Once she finished, she could have it framed and send

some snacks, took his medicine, and then fell asleep. By

out of his room, only to

beamed at him. "Hungry,

Mom? Why isn't

be busy