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, forcing her stubborn, infuriating face

smooth, but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found

tightened, pain

ice-cold, every word razor-sharp. "I'll make

her face

stubborn, silent woman like

hand on the steering wheel, Timothy still looked every inch

gaze was dark

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

hear

steady: "The signed divorce papers are still

him another glance, and climbed out, heading for the front

knuckles went white, his nails nearly digging through

as

past Jessica he didn't even bother slowing down. The car's

His foot hesitated on the brake

gas again, the car's rear tires spitting up a cloud of dust as he tore

Pathetic.

stand on her

it a little time-she'd