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

That bastard.

to set a trap

because of this,

willing to

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

the husband would pay a fixed monthly stipend, and none of his assets would be

really about

"Is there a fifth?" "Fifth, the husband may

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

cannot request the wife's presence. He must

the verge of losing

hands

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

different from being

"Anything else?"

fought to keep his tone

"That's all."

years of marriage, and she'd only made seven

right through Timothy's heart. Timothy relayed Jessica's demands

diligent notes, then used his portable