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.

He grabbed her chin,

spoke her name softly, his voice low and smooth, but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found

pain shooting through

you defy me!" His voice was ice-cold, every word razor-sharp. "I'll make this perfectly

her

see just how a stubborn, silent woman like you plans to survive

wheel, Timothy still

but his gaze was dark and unyielding

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

had been waiting to hear these words

stepping out, she signed to Timothy, her hands steady: "The signed divorce papers are

out, heading for the front

grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles went

eyes were as dark as

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 that she stumbled, lost her balance, and fell.

her fall. His foot hesitated on the brake just for

the car's rear tires spitting

Pathetic.

even stand

without him? Give it a little time-she'd