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.

was unmistakably

the phone back and hung up, her fingers

narrowed; a faint, mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "What's got you so worked up? Worried I'll go after your little

together, but she said nothing, staring at

her chin, tilting her face up to

me away lately?" he demanded, his grip tightening. "You think you can cheat on me and get away with it? You better hope your little boyfriend can

face aside, anger burning across

head away, biting down on her lip, fists

out his own phone

I want everything you can find

practically growled

spun around, grabbing his arm, shaking her

distraught over another man sent a surge of pain and fury through Timothy's chest. He yanked his arm free,

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

fragile, and for a

made him

signing, her hands