Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 182

Timothy's deep, husky voice was laced with a sensual magnetism, every word coaxing and dangerously inviting. It was the kind of voice that could pull you under if you weren't careful.

Jessica froze for a second, caught off guard by the way his tone seemed to wrap around her. But she snapped out of it quickly, her resolve hardening.

With a firm gesture, she made herself clear. "I want nothing but my own money."

Timothy didn't get angry. What had happened last night at the Red House still lingered in his mind as a source of guilt. He had to admit-he'd neglected her for years. If she was upset, if she wanted to make a scene, he could hardly blame her.

He gave a soft, almost self-deprecating smile. "If you only care about your money, then what were these past seven years for? Don't be silly. Be good, alright?"

Seven years. Seven wasted years. Did he really think she'd sign on for seven more?

Sorry.

She was fresh out.

All she had left was six months.

And for these last six months, she was going to live for herself.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Watching her hands as she signed, Timothy's lips pressed into a thin, hard line. The warmth in his voice faded, replaced by something heavier. "So you've really decided to leave your husband and child behind?"

Jessica nodded without hesitation.

breath, his eyes growing darker, hard to

was thinking. She didn't want to

long silence, he finally asked,

actually asked her that, not once since she'd started

Her hands moved, her expression cool and

no promise of change. Tired of the same old routine, day in and day out. Tired of waiting-hopelessly for

all of it. She

grew

She was tired.

seven-year itch, finally

threatening, "if I don't agree, you wouldn't just have trouble with the divorce-you might

was Timothy: even his threats sounded like

There was always a way out

to file for divorce, there's still a mandatory waiting period. Why don't we use this month-give us

paused, eyes

to tip the scales in his favor. He laid out the terms so logically that she couldn't find

find a lawyer willing to go up against Timothy, not in the short

Timothy was a businessman-cunning, calculating. She

your mind in a month?" Her gestures softened,

saw she was wavering, so he offered her reassurance. "I'll have my lawyer draft an agreement." His voice was steady, his gaze locked on hers. "If you're worried, I can call him over