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 back

and smooth, but the frost in his eyes was unmistakable. "You've found your backbone today, haven't you?

pain shooting

you defy me!" His voice was ice-cold, every word razor-sharp. "I'll make this perfectly clear: you don't get to walk away without

her

how a stubborn, silent

steering wheel, Timothy still looked

dark

out. And don't come back to The Gilded

been waiting to hear

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

out, heading for the front gate of

tightened until his knuckles went white, his nails nearly digging through the

were as

he 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 palms scraped

saw her fall. His

he pressed the gas again, the car's rear tires spitting up

Pathetic.

even stand on

it a little time-she'd come crawling back, begging