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

his voice low and smooth, but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found your backbone today, haven't you? Didn't you say I only ever bully you

pain

let me show you what happens when you defy me!" His voice was ice-cold, every

her

how a stubborn, silent woman like you plans

the steering wheel, Timothy still looked

handsome man, but his gaze was dark

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

hear these words for

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

hands, didn't spare him another glance, and climbed out,

until his knuckles

as

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,

His foot hesitated

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

Pathetic.

stand on

would she survive without him? Give it a