Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"First, the husband cannot force the wife to fulfill any marital obligations."

Timothy's eyes darkened.

"Second, husband and wife will live in separate rooms."

Jessica had originally wanted them to live apart, but Timothy insisted she come home. If she pushed for separate living arrangements, he'd never agree. Things had already gone farther than she expected; there was no sense trying to test his limits.

Timothy's gaze grew even more somber.

"Third, the husband must return the thirty million dollars the wife earned herself."

"Fourth, during the one-month cooling-off period, any assets the husband acquires within the marriage are to be split evenly with the wife."

They already had a prenuptial agreement she had no intention of renegotiating it

now.

Half of what Timothy made in a month was a substantial sum. But she only had six months left; even if she asked for more, it wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't give it to her anyway.

"Wait, I want to change the fourth point."

Jessica arched an eyebrow, her fingers pausing in midair. "How do you want to change it?"

"Fourth: upon divorce, all marital assets will be divided equally."

fingertips curled into

That bastard.

a

thought she'd go soft because of this, he was dead

willing

follow their sign language, stood dumbfounded to the side, catching only fragments of the conversation. He did hear President Lawson mention splitting half his assets with

remembered drafting their prenup: the husband would pay a

really about to

narrowed his eyes, his voice low. "Is there a fifth?" "Fifth,

gaze darkened further, lips pale and pressed into a thin,

must inform her in advance so she can avoid them.

on the verge of

hands

wife will not attend any of the husband's events, including family

any different from being divorced

"Anything else?"

keep his tone

"That's all."

wasn't asking for much. Seven years of marriage, and she'd only

one pierced right through

attorney took diligent notes, then used his portable printer to produce two