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

phone back and hung up, her fingers trembling. She couldn't let Herbert get dragged into

faint, mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "What's

together, but she said nothing, staring

chin, tilting her

why you've been pushing me away lately?" he demanded, his grip tightening. "You think you can cheat on me and get

shoved her face aside, anger burning across his sharp

turned her head away, biting down on her

his

I want everything you can find

growled the

shaking her

over another man sent a surge of pain and fury through Timothy's chest. He yanked his arm free, and Jessica lost her balance, collapsing

he nearly stepped forward

down at her, vulnerable and fragile, and for

made him

signing, her hands trembling: