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.

He spoke her name softly, his voice low and smooth, but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've

tightened, pain

defy me!" His voice was ice-cold, every word razor-sharp. "I'll make this perfectly clear: you don't

her face

silent

one hand on the steering wheel, Timothy still looked

his gaze was dark and unyielding as it settled on

winter steel: "Now get out. And don't come

had been waiting to hear these

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

and climbed out,

grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles went

as dark as

second later, he slammed his foot on the gas. The car shot forward, speeding past Jessica he didn't even bother slowing down. The car's edge clipped so

the rearview mirror, Timothy saw her fall. His foot hesitated on the brake just for a

the gas again, the car's rear tires spitting

Pathetic.

stand