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.

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

grip tightened, pain shooting

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

shoved her face

to see just how a stubborn, silent woman like you plans to survive

one hand on the steering wheel, Timothy still looked every inch

gaze was dark and unyielding

colder than winter steel: "Now get out. And

hear these words

out, she signed to Timothy, her hands steady: "The signed divorce papers are still in the study drawer, Mr. Lawson.

glance, and climbed out, heading for the front gate of the estate without looking

until his knuckles went white,

as

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 close to her that she stumbled, lost her balance,

her fall. His foot hesitated on the

again, the car's rear tires spitting up

Pathetic.

stand on