Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The brooch needed no introduction-each one retailed for millions, and he'd seen online that a single man had swept up the entire collection.

As for the pearl necklace, it wasn't just any piece of jewelry. It was an antique, a string of luminous, perfectly round pearls from a bygone dynasty-rare, coveted, and breathtaking.

"I'll take them both. Sixty million. Deal?"

Jessica hesitated. She knew each brooch was worth several million, and Timothy had bought out all twenty-three pieces when they launched. Anyone with an eye for value could tell that as long as Timothy kept them off the market, their worth would only climb.

But luxury resale was a different world. Buyers didn't care about future appreciation; the offer was mostly for the necklace.

Anything from Timothy was never cheap.

Jessica hadn't expected the necklace to be so valuable. If it fetched tens of millions even as a secondhand piece, its true value must be far greater.

She knew selling at this price meant taking a loss.

Still, she resolutely typed a single word onto her phone: "Sell."

Before their marriage, Timothy had handed her a prenuptial agreement. He'd offered a perfectly reasonable explanation-he was CEO of a major corporation, and his assets were deeply entwined with his stake in the company. Life was unpredictable; if their marriage ever soured, dividing the marital assets could trigger a series of crises.

the less upheaval in his financial

they were married, he'd never

overwhelmed by

all, she hadn't cared about

him-not

wishful thinking. That last promise had been nothing but an

never wanted her to have

he thrown her out of the

jewelry? Selling them,

shop owner offered her

half wired to her bank

left the boutique, Jessica felt

weekend, Henry had his piano lesson and insisted Sheila come along to

of the latest designer suits for him to try on in the

Mabel for her opinion, asking which looked