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.

voice low and smooth, but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found your backbone today, haven't you? Didn't you

pain shooting through

what happens when you defy me!" His voice was ice-cold, every word razor-sharp. "I'll

shoved her face

want to see just how a stubborn, silent

wheel, Timothy still

was dark and unyielding

colder than winter steel: "Now get out. And don't come back to

been waiting to hear these

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

and climbed out, heading for the

until his knuckles went white, his nails nearly digging through

as dark

on the gas. The car shot forward, speeding past Jessica he didn't even bother slowing down. The car's edge clipped so close to her that she stumbled, lost her balance, and fell. Her palms scraped painfully against the

the rearview mirror, Timothy saw her fall. His foot hesitated on the

again, the car's rear tires spitting up a cloud of

Pathetic.

even stand