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

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

mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "What's got you so worked up? Worried I'll go

said nothing, staring

seized her chin, tilting

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 handle the

shoved her face aside, anger burning across his sharp

head away, biting down on her lip, fists clenched so tight

out his own phone

can find on

growled

grabbing his arm, shaking her head desperately, pleading with her eyes:

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

eyes flickered. For a split second, he nearly stepped

fragile, and

only made him

Jessica began signing, her hands