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.

grabbed her chin, forcing her stubborn, infuriating face back

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

tightened, pain

what happens when you defy me!" His voice was ice-cold, every word razor-sharp. "I'll make this perfectly clear: you don't get to walk

shoved her

silent woman

one hand on the steering wheel, Timothy

his gaze was dark

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

had been waiting to hear these words

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

and climbed out,

steering wheel tightened until his knuckles went

were as dark

slammed his foot on the gas. The car shot forward, speeding past Jessica he didn't even bother slowing down. The car's edge clipped so close to

her fall. His foot hesitated on the brake

the gas again, the car's rear tires spitting

Pathetic.

stand

survive without him? Give it a little time-she'd come crawling back,