Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 60

Jessica typed a quick message on her phone.

"I'll make my own arrangements. There's no need for you to worry."

Phelps glanced at the screen, then looked up at her, his gaze lingering.

"I remember Timothy made you sign a prenup. If you divorce him, you won't get a dime. You've been married to him, what, seven years now? A woman only has so many sets of seven years in her life. Are you really willing to let them slip by?"

A woman only has so many sets of seven years.

If she lived long enough, maybe there'd be another seven years. But this was her last. She'd spent her final seven years on Timothy.

Seven years ago, Timothy wanted to marry her. She'd been so happy, floating through life on a cloud. Even signing the prenup hadn't bothered her. She wanted love. She wanted Timothy. Nothing else mattered.

Looking back now, it all seemed absurd.

She replied to Phelps.

"A bet's a bet. Loser pays the price."

"And what makes you so sure you'll lose? Ever since Sheila showed up, have you ever tried fighting for him?"

Phelps wasn't beating around the bush anymore, just laying it all out—Sheila and Timothy were involved.

a helpless

seven years. I

held her phone up for Phelps to

standing up and ending the

out and

her purse and

sure he takes them on time,

Phelps and Sallie had left, Jessica handed the pills

and said, "Ma'am, you're usually the one

studied her

I'll make sure he gets it

shirking her duties.

to

back to her paper-cutting project-just a small section left. Once she finished, she could have it framed and send it

medicine, and then fell

the sounds of cooking and wandered out of his room, only to find Mabel bustling

beamed at him.

Why

be busy with

and knocked

why aren't you making