Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 145

But Timothy suddenly laughed.

A cold, mocking smile curled on his lips as he loosened his tie. "Do you know what happened to the last person who crossed me?" he sneered.

She couldn't have cared less.

At worst, it meant death.

Better sooner than later.

Maybe in her next life, she'd be lucky enough never to meet him again.

Jessica turned her head away, silently cheering for her own courage.

The instant she let her anger out, the weight she'd been carrying seemed to lift, as if she'd finally shaken off her chains.

If Timothy refused to grant her a divorce, then she'd drag things to the bitter end— no matter how ugly it got.

Wait around for death? Not her.

She wanted out, and she wanted it clean. She'd cut all ties, with no strings left behind.

wasn't finished. He grabbed her chin, forcing her stubborn, infuriating face back

frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found your backbone today, haven't you? Didn't you say I

tightened, pain shooting through her

was ice-cold, every word razor-sharp. "I'll make this perfectly clear: you don't get to walk away without

shoved her face

how a stubborn, silent woman like you plans to survive

the steering wheel, Timothy still

handsome man, but his gaze was dark and unyielding

than winter steel: "Now get out. And don't come

to hear

signed to Timothy, her hands steady: "The signed divorce papers are still in the study drawer, Mr. Lawson. Don't

didn't spare him another glance, and climbed out, heading for the front gate of the estate without

wheel tightened until his knuckles went white, his

were as dark as

didn't even bother slowing down. The car's edge clipped so close to her that she stumbled, lost her balance, and fell. Her palms scraped painfully

her fall. His foot hesitated on the brake just

rear tires spitting up a cloud of

Pathetic.

couldn't even stand

Give it a