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.

grip tightened, pain shooting through

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

her

silent

on the steering wheel, Timothy still looked every

handsome man, but his gaze was dark and

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

been waiting to hear these words

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

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

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

were as

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

His foot hesitated on

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

Pathetic.

even stand on her