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

hung up, her fingers trembling. She couldn't let Herbert get

smirk tugged at his lips. "What's got you so worked

brows knit together, but she said nothing, staring at him in

fingers seized her chin, tilting her face up to meet

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

face aside, anger burning

her head away, biting down on her

out his

everything you can find on Herbert-in thirty

practically growled the

grabbing his arm, shaking her

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

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

looked down at her, vulnerable and fragile,

made him

signing, her hands