Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 137

He couldn't be bothered to argue with her over the same issue again.

Divorce was out of the question.

"Fine, you want to go through the courts? I'd like to see which lawyer has the guts to take on my divorce case."

Timothy let go of her shoulders, turned on his heel, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The loud bang echoed through the room, hitting Jessica like a physical blow to the chest.

Her strength gave out. She slid slowly down the wall until she sat on the floor, legs curled beneath her.

How could she, all alone, possibly win against someone as powerful as Timothy?

He refused to let her go, clinging to a marriage that held not a shred of love.

Clearly, he really needed a legitimate wife—someone to help shield Sheila from suspicion.

He doted on Sheila, after all.

How could he bear to let their affair come to light and ruin Sheila's reputation?

So, Jessica was left with no choice but to become the sacrificial lamb for their so-called love story.

From the very beginning, she'd known she was no match for Timothy. She'd thought about leaving quietly, fading away, waiting for death.

Once she was gone, their marriage would end on its own.

But she was still a person, with feelings and dignity. She couldn't spend the last stretch of her life continuing to swallow her pride.

That's why she wanted a divorce—a final act of self-respect.

Even such a modest wish, Timothy refused to grant.

Did she really have to wait for death, just as she'd once imagined, to finally sever this marriage?

Timothy had barely stepped out of the room when his phone buzzed. It was Henry.

"Dad, when are you and Miss Sheila coming back? I miss you guys."