Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 163

The brooch needed no introduction-each one retailed for millions, and he'd seen online that a single man had swept up the entire collection.

As for the pearl necklace, it wasn't just any piece of jewelry. It was an antique, a string of luminous, perfectly round pearls from a bygone dynasty-rare, coveted, and breathtaking.

"I'll take them both. Sixty million. Deal?"

Jessica hesitated. She knew each brooch was worth several million, and Timothy had bought out all twenty-three pieces when they launched. Anyone with an eye for value could tell that as long as Timothy kept them off the market, their worth would only climb.

But luxury resale was a different world. Buyers didn't care about future appreciation; the offer was mostly for the necklace.

Anything from Timothy was never cheap.

Jessica hadn't expected the necklace to be so valuable. If it fetched tens of millions even as a secondhand piece, its true value must be far greater.

She knew selling at this price meant taking a loss.

Still, she resolutely typed a single word onto her phone: "Sell."

He'd offered a perfectly reasonable explanation-he was CEO of a major corporation, and his assets were deeply entwined with his stake in the company. Life was unpredictable; if

less upheaval in his

her: now that they were married, he'd never seek a

been so overwhelmed by the fact that Timothy was

at all, she hadn't cared about money

him-not

just wishful thinking. That last promise

really meant was that he never wanted her

out of the house before he reclaimed every cent he'd ever

of jewelry? Selling them, even at

offered her a

negotiated: half wired to her bank account, half by

boutique,

piano lesson and insisted Sheila

Allen bring over an array of the latest designer suits for him to