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."

curled into

That bastard.

a trap for her

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

if he was willing to

sign language, stood dumbfounded to the side, catching only fragments of the conversation. He did hear President Lawson

distinctly remembered drafting their prenup: the husband would pay a fixed monthly stipend, and none of his

President Lawson really about

there a

darkened further, lips pale and pressed into a

the husband cannot request the wife's presence. He must inform her in advance so

on the verge of losing his

hands kept

attend any of the husband's

this any different from being divorced

"Anything else?"

fought to keep his

"That's all."

years of marriage, and she'd only made seven

didn't realize was that each one pierced right through Timothy's heart. Timothy relayed Jessica's

used his portable printer