Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica's phone was still ringing. Ignoring Timothy's question, she rummaged through her handbag and pulled it out.

Herbert's name flashed on the caller ID.

She hesitated, torn about whether to answer.

Timothy climbed out of bed and strode over. Without warning, he snatched the phone from her hand.

She instinctively reached to grab it back.

But Timothy had already seen Herbert's name. His expression darkened, eyes narrowing with a cold, steely glint as he swiped to answer and put the call on speaker.

"Jess, did you add Attorney Riley? He's never lost a divorce case."

Timothy's jaw clenched, his features hard as iron, eyes glittering with icy menace. So it was really happening a divorce. And she was plotting with another man.

He'd forgotten to ask about those suspicious messages earlier. Now, here was another call, egging her on.

Timothy's voice was calm but sharp as frost, lips barely parting. "Trying to steal from under my roof, Herbert? Where'd you get the guts?"

Jessica's face went pale, then flushed.

She was the one who'd asked Herbert for help with the lawyer.

tone was unmistakably

fingers trembling. She couldn't let

lips. "What's got you so worked up? Worried I'll

she said nothing, staring at

her chin, tilting her face up to meet his

he demanded, his grip tightening. "You think you can cheat on me and get

her face aside, anger

away, biting down on her lip, fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned

pulled out his own phone and

want everything you can find

practically growled

shaking her head

a surge of pain and fury through Timothy's chest.

split second, he nearly stepped forward to help her up,

her, vulnerable and fragile, and for a moment, she

only made

Jessica began signing, her hands