Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 464

“Because time has passed, and no matter how much you want it back, it’s already gone,” Jessica said quietly.

Counting the four years she’d spent quietly loving him, that made eleven years in total.

For all those years, she’d loved only one man, wholeheartedly.

Maybe this was her way of finally closing the chapter on her first love.

After all, it’s the unfinished stories that haunt us the most.

A beginning without an ending will always leave regret.

But once you have closure—even if the ending isn’t what you hoped for—it at least allows you to move on.

It was like her secret feelings for Timothy.

If there’d never been an answer, she might have wasted even more years, endlessly wondering whether he’d ever love her back. Lost in that uncertainty, she’d keep giving herself hope, letting it wear her down bit by bit.

But now the answer was clear, the outcome decided.

Win or lose, at least the story had a conclusion.

It wouldn’t hang over every future decision she made.

Life is too short to be wasted over and over again.

Timothy’s eyes darkened, a flash of discomfort flickering in their depths.

She made it sound as if he meant nothing at all, as if the seven years they’d spent together were completely meaningless.

“Jessy…”

“Mr. Lawson.” She started to say something, but he cut her off. “Give me your passport and ID.”

They weren’t in their home country anymore; they were overseas.

There was no way she could be here without her passport and ID.

A moment ago, she hadn’t wanted to expose him—she just wanted him to understand why she was so adamant about the divorce.

Sheila’s existence had been the beginning.

But the real breaking point was the constant imbalance between them, and the way he handled everything. That was the final straw.

He had never truly respected her wishes.

Even when he said he’d change, his actions proved otherwise.

Between them, she was always beneath him, and he was always above.

Even when he pretended to be humble, he held all the power.

Their difference in family background, status, and her seven years of silent devotion—none of it could bridge the gulf between them.

He would always be out of reach.

To him, she was just an ordinary girl, an orphan.

If he didn’t want to let her go, he had a thousand ways to keep her under his thumb.

She would never have real respect.

Timothy stared at her calm, detached face, then suddenly let out a low, cold laugh. His lips curled, and with deliberate slowness, he said, “You’d better behave like you used to. This new version of you? It doesn’t suit you.”

She was veering completely off the path he’d set for her.

Jessica clenched her fists and looked at him with icy indifference.

“I don’t understand what you’re still holding onto. If it bothers you that I was the one to ask for a divorce, fine. After it’s over, you can tell everyone you dumped me.”

“That’s enough.”

Timothy yanked the IV out of his arm and pushed himself up from the hospital bed.

He walked over to Jessica.

That injured leg of his still wobbled, but he forced himself to stand tall.

He grabbed her hand in a hard, unyielding grip and said coldly, “We’re going back to the house.”