Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 133

Ever since Sheila came into the picture, Jessica realized she never truly knew Timothy at all.

All this time, she'd only scratched the surface.

They were married-legally, on paper.

But that marriage certificate, that supposed shield for her rights, was nothing more than a scrap of paper. Worse, it had become a shackle, keeping her from walking away.

He never saw her as a wife.

Yet she'd deluded herself, sinking into this marriage for seven long years, moved only by her own wishful thinking.

Timothy's voice was sharp with anger. "Eighteen million, four hundred thousand! Even a fraction of that would take most people a decade to earn, Jessica. What are you even complaining about? Isn't this life good enough for you? Hm?"

Jessica's throat tightened until she could barely breathe.

She had nothing left to say; honestly, she was never good with words anyway.

She turned to leave.

Suddenly, Timothy's arms wrapped around her waist from behind, his touch tracing the curve of her hips. His voice softened, coaxing, "Alright, I don't want to fight. Isn't all this drama just because you want a little more attention from me?"

her neck, breathing in her scent, his tone husky. "Fine. I'll give you what you want. I'll

want to argue. Arguing with her was pointless-she never fought back with words, and he'd always end

then gently turned

you," he

a

caught her around the waist and, with

her,

carried her into

alone was over two thousand square feet,

down on the sofa, still holding Jessica tightly, cradling her in

"I remember you wanted to talk

out what, exactly, he'd done to

longer

What was the point?

it was just

eye, he'd flown off with

the secret, hiding

legal husband's heart was with

Sheila to be his