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

back and hung up, her fingers trembling. She couldn't let

his lips. "What's got you so worked up?

knit together, but she said nothing, staring at him

her chin, tilting her face up

tightening. "You think you can cheat on me and get away with it? You better hope your little boyfriend can

aside, anger

away, biting down on her

his own phone and

I want everything you can find on Herbert-in

growled

his arm, shaking her head desperately, pleading

pain and fury through Timothy's chest. He yanked his arm free, and Jessica lost her balance, collapsing onto

eyes flickered. For a split second, he nearly stepped forward to help

vulnerable and fragile,

made

signing, her hands