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.

chin, forcing her stubborn, infuriating face

frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found your backbone

grip tightened, pain shooting

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

her face

just how a stubborn, silent woman

wheel, Timothy still

but his gaze was dark and

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

to hear these words

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

and climbed out, heading for the front gate

steering wheel tightened until his knuckles went white,

were as

slowing down. The car's edge clipped so

her fall. His foot

car's rear tires spitting up a cloud of dust as

Pathetic.

even stand on her

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