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 little

gambled for seven years.

phone up for

up and

strode out and

purse and

meds. Make sure he takes them

Phelps and Sallie had left, Jessica

medicine. She realized it was for Henry and said, "Ma'am,

studied her for a

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

her duties. Jessica had just always insisted on caring for Timothy

to the master

left. Once she

took his medicine, and then fell asleep. By the time he

sounds of cooking and wandered out of his room, only to

at him.

Why isn't

must be

and knocked on Jessica's door before

aren't you making