Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"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."

"You're insane!" Jessica snapped.

He was badly hurt-he should be resting, not storming out like this.

"What's wrong? Worried about me? Afraid I might die?"

Jessica lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together, saying nothing.noveldrama

Timothy's chin hovered above her. head as he looked down. Her

eyelashes long and curled, fannet

out like tiny feathers-still beautiful, yet no longer his.

He added, "If I die, you'd finally be free."

"Let's go."

He dragged her out the door.

Downstairs, the housekeeper saw

the icy tension between

them

mothy's cold fury Jessica's

rigid reluctance-and grew even more anxious, quickly following

them out.

They flagged down a car by the curb, and before long, they arrived at the coast.

Jessica had nothing on her-no papers, no ID. There was no way she could leave.

Timothy pulled her onto a yacht.

Soon, they were back on the private island.

He all but shoved Jessica into the master bedroom.

Standing in the doorway, Timothy, said, "I'm giving you one night to think about it. Tomorrow morning, I expect an answer 'll be satisfied. with."

Bang.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Jessica felt as if her heart had been struck with a sledgehammer.

She sat quietly, realizing that her plan to divorce Timothy was already veering off

course.

Even pushing him toward Sheila hadn't solved anything.

She couldn't keep surrendering like this.

She had to rethink her options.

Her phone had no signal, and without her passport or ID, there was no way to

escape.

She'd been to the edge of death before; she'd once been resigned to dying.

But clawing her way back from that darkness, she'd found a fragile hope—a

chance to get better. She couldn't just give up on herself now.

She wanted to live-and to leave him.

Vince Zimmerman had been right that day.

He'd warned her not to fall for Timothy's tricks.

Even if the divorce dragged on, she couldn't let herself be dragged back with him.

But Vince had done so much to help her-how could she leave his sister behind?

Especially when his mother was still desperately waiting to see her daughter again.

Deep down, Jessica knew there was always a chance things could change.

After all, Timothy had already refused the divorce so many times-why would he suddenly agree now?

But she hadn't expected him to go to these extremes.

What could she do?

What options were left?

She needed to take her medication every day.

Now, all she had was her phone-nothing else.

Her pills...

It was clear she wouldn't be able to hide her cancer much longer.

Without her medication, she wouldn't last a week.