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.

several days. Add to that a string of scandals at Wheeler Group's hospitals-bad press, nonstop news coverage and Wheeler

Such a massive corporation, and they're already panicking over something this

a woman from him when he couldn't even

Utterly laughable.

He figured, by tomorrow morning,

grabbed his coat, and headed back

straight to the study as soon as he

grandfather was usually there, reading and sipping

sat down across from Phelps

you ever get tired of these games?" he asked, barely masking his annoyance at others meddling

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

who was behind it, hoping they'd back off and stay out of family

to the Wheelers for

that Jessica, the "mute

tea. "Looks like you've spoiled that girl rotten. You never thought of leaving her, but

the mute girl. She's my