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.

gave a helpless little

gambled for seven years. I already know the

held her phone up for Phelps

standing up and ending the

and

her purse and pressed it into

meds. Make sure

and Sallie had left, Jessica handed the pills to

Henry and said,

studied her for

added, "Sorry, ma'am. I'll make

wasn't shirking her duties. Jessica had just

headed to the

paper-cutting project-just a small section left. Once she finished, she could have it

on some snacks, took his medicine, and then fell asleep. By the time he woke

out of his

beamed at

Mom? Why isn't she

must be busy with

trotted down the hall and knocked on Jessica's door before

why aren't you making