Goodbye, Mr. Regret

That's right—a woman who always holds out her hand for help is bound to be passive, just like she was now.

Seven years. In that time, she'd lost herself completely. And when the day finally came that she wanted to leave, she found herself trapped at every turn.

In this world, without money, you can barely take a step.

Seven years of marriage, and she hadn't gained the love she wanted, nor the happiness of a small, close-knit family.

All she had to show for it was nothing.

How ironic.

Timothy wanted her gone, yet made sure to cut off anyone who might help her.

He wanted her isolated, with nowhere to turn, until she'd no choice but to crawl back and beg.

Did he really believe she couldn't survive without him?

She only had six months left-originally, her plan was to slip away quietly, without a fight, without making a fuss. But since it's come to this, even if six months is all she has, she'd live those months well.

She'd live them just to show him.

then, Timothy's phone buzzed. Secretary

Group stock, then dumped it at a low price over several days. Add to that a string of scandals at Wheeler Group's hospitals-bad press, nonstop news coverage and Wheeler Group's stock has been falling steadily. The old

cold laugh. Such a massive corporation, and they're already panicking over something this minor, enough to let Jessica

from him when he couldn't even hold his own

Utterly laughable.

off Jessica's only financial lifeline. He figured,

his coat, and

went straight to the study as soon as he walked

hour, his grandfather was usually there,

down across from Phelps

games?" he asked, barely masking his

my grandson's marriage. I mess with their stock a bit-how is that petty?" Phelps replied,

know exactly who was behind it, hoping they'd back off and stay

wouldn't dare look to the Wheelers

hadn't expected was that Jessica, the

rotten. You never thought of leaving her, but

her the mute