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.

but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've

tightened, pain

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

shoved her

silent woman like you plans to survive after

hand on the steering wheel, Timothy

dark

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

been waiting to hear these words

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

her hands, didn't spare him another glance, and climbed out, heading for the front gate of the estate without looking

the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles went white, his nails nearly digging through the

eyes were as dark

down. The car's edge clipped so close to her that she stumbled, lost her balance, and fell. Her palms

mirror, Timothy saw her fall. His foot hesitated on the

the car's rear

Pathetic.

even stand