Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 132

Or maybe, after all these years of living as a wealthy socialite, she'd simply grown too used to a life of comfort and privilege too unwilling to go back to working

hard.

That had to be it.

All that talk about divorce, about being able to support herself, about making delicate paper cuttings and drinking cheap bottled water-it was all just a show for his benefit, a ploy to get his attention.

No wonder, this time, she'd left Henry sick at home, and came alone to Capital City without asking his permission.

That comic-style painting of *The Grand Canal, Venice*-she'd seen it in their house before. She must have kept quiet about it, saving it for this very moment.

If Ines was her mentor, how could Jessica not be following Ines's recent exhibitions?

He realized, with a jolt, that he'd never truly understood his silent little wife.

So calculating. So composed.

For seven years, everything between them had been quiet and uneventful. He'd thought she was content being his dutiful, behind-the-scenes wife.

All because he hadn't taken her to that school event for parents and children.

That's when it started.

hadn't

it was clear-she was no longer satisfied with being his

were meant to force

forward, closing the distance

the air, as if a thin frost

"No. No. No!" Jessica signed it out three times, emphatic and unyielding. Seven years. She

and vulnerable, against the cold, unyielding wall that was Timothy

up, smile, follow my lead. And while you're at it, tell

felt her heart

actually expected her to go to

heartless did a man have to be,

red, Jessica signed furiously at him. "I'll do it. But you

he said, the edge still in

he wasn't above granting it.

hadn't even lifted a finger, and just by catching his eye, she'd become Mrs. Lawson, the most distinguished woman in Riverside City-a leap in

"Divorce."

with the same

He pressed his tongue against his teeth, jaw

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