Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Ever since Sheila came into the picture, Jessica realized she never truly knew Timothy at all.

All this time, she'd only scratched the surface.

They were married-legally, on paper.

But that marriage certificate, that supposed shield for her rights, was nothing more than a scrap of paper. Worse, it had become a shackle, keeping her from walking away.

He never saw her as a wife.

Yet she'd deluded herself, sinking into this marriage for seven long years, moved only by her own wishful thinking.

Timothy's voice was sharp with anger. "Eighteen million, four hundred thousand! Even a fraction of that would take most people a decade to earn, Jessica. What are you even complaining about? Isn't this life good enough for you? Hm?"

Jessica's throat tightened until she could barely breathe.

She had nothing left to say; honestly, she was never good with words anyway.

She turned to leave.

Suddenly, Timothy's arms wrapped around her waist from behind, his touch tracing the curve of her hips. His voice softened, coaxing, "Alright, I don't want to fight. Isn't all this drama just because you want a little more attention from me?"

He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent, his tone husky. "Fine. I'll give you what you want. I'll come home more often, keep you company. Be good, alright? No more drama."

back with words, and he'd always end up furious, alone. It was getting

from her waist, unclasped a brooch, and pinned it to her coat, then

you," he

a loss for

she could, Timothy caught her around the waist

he'd drop her, she didn't dare

carried her into the

had booked the presidential suite; the bedroom alone was

Jessica tightly, cradling her in

remember you wanted to talk with me— never did, though. I've got time

out what, exactly, he'd done to deserve

no longer

What was the point?

was just her

the blink of an eye, he'd flown off with Sheila

the

husband's heart was with

to be his mom, and even told