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.

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

grip tightened, pain shooting

when you defy me!" His voice was ice-cold,

shoved her face

a stubborn, silent woman like you plans to survive after

hand on the steering wheel, Timothy still

dark and unyielding

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

waiting to hear these words for

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

spare him another glance, and climbed out, heading for the front gate of the estate

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

were as

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

her fall. His foot

just as quickly, he pressed the gas again, the car's rear tires spitting up a cloud

Pathetic.

even stand on her