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?"

crook of her neck, breathing in her scent, his tone husky. "Fine. I'll give you what you want. I'll come home more often, keep you company. Be good,

pointless-she never fought back with words, and he'd always end up furious, alone. It

hands slid up from her waist, unclasped a brooch, and pinned it to her coat, then

you," he

a loss for

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

drop her,

carried her

bedroom alone was over two thousand

Jessica tightly, cradling her in his arms like

blue eyes held her captive. "I remember you wanted to

to clear the air, figure out what, exactly, he'd done to deserve all this drama that had left him at his

longer wanted to

What was the point?

was just

he'd

on the secret, hiding it from

husband's heart was with

his mom, and even told