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.

smooth, but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found your backbone today, haven't you? Didn't you say I only ever bully you because you're

grip tightened, pain shooting through

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

her face

stubborn, silent woman like you plans to survive

one hand on the steering wheel, Timothy

but his gaze was dark and

"Now get out. And don't come back to The

been waiting to hear these words

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

glance, and climbed out, heading for the front

on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles went white, his nails

were as dark as

bother slowing down. The car's edge clipped so close to her that she stumbled, lost her balance,

her fall. His foot hesitated

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

Pathetic.

stand on her