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 scent, his tone husky. "Fine. I'll give you what

her was pointless-she never fought back with words, and he'd

hands slid up from her waist, unclasped a brooch, and pinned it to her coat, then gently turned her to face him. One hand

you," he

at a

to remove the brooch, but before she could, Timothy caught her around the waist and, with a quick motion, lifted her

her, she didn't

her into

presidential suite; the bedroom alone was over two thousand square feet,

Jessica tightly, cradling her in his arms like a

you wanted to talk

done to deserve all this drama that

no longer

What was the point?

was just her

the blink of an eye, he'd flown off with Sheila for a business

son, in on the secret,

heart was

son resented her muteness, wanted Sheila to be his mom, and