Goodbye, Mr. Regret

But Timothy suddenly laughed.

A cold, mocking smile curled on his lips as he loosened his tie. "Do you know what happened to the last person who crossed me?" he sneered.

She couldn't have cared less.

At worst, it meant death.

Better sooner than later.

Maybe in her next life, she'd be lucky enough never to meet him again.

Jessica turned her head away, silently cheering for her own courage.

The instant she let her anger out, the weight she'd been carrying seemed to lift, as if she'd finally shaken off her chains.

If Timothy refused to grant her a divorce, then she'd drag things to the bitter end— no matter how ugly it got.

Wait around for death? Not her.

She wanted out, and she wanted it clean. She'd cut all ties, with no strings left behind.

But Timothy wasn't finished. He grabbed her chin, forcing her stubborn, infuriating face back toward him.

in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found your backbone today, haven't you? Didn't you say I only ever

grip tightened, pain

what happens when you defy me!" His voice was ice-cold, every word

shoved her

stubborn, silent

hand on the steering wheel, Timothy still looked

gaze was dark and unyielding as

"Now get out.

hear

"The signed divorce papers are still in the study drawer, Mr. Lawson. Don't forget to put your name on

didn't spare him another glance, and climbed out, heading for the

tightened until his knuckles went white, his nails

were as dark

past Jessica he didn't even bother slowing down. The car's edge clipped so close to her that she stumbled, lost her balance,

the rearview mirror, Timothy saw her fall. His foot

as quickly, he pressed the gas again, the car's rear tires

Pathetic.

even stand on