Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 183

"First, the husband cannot force the wife to fulfill any marital obligations."

Timothy's eyes darkened.

"Second, husband and wife will live in separate rooms."

Jessica had originally wanted them to live apart, but Timothy insisted she come home. If she pushed for separate living arrangements, he'd never agree. Things had already gone farther than she expected; there was no sense trying to test his limits.

Timothy's gaze grew even more somber.

"Third, the husband must return the thirty million dollars the wife earned herself."

"Fourth, during the one-month cooling-off period, any assets the husband acquires within the marriage are to be split evenly with the wife."

They already had a prenuptial agreement—she had no intention of renegotiating it now.

Half of what Timothy made in a month was a substantial sum. But she only had six months left; even if she asked for more, it wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't give it to her anyway.

"Wait, I want to change the fourth point."

Jessica arched an eyebrow, her fingers pausing in midair. "How do you want to change it?"

"Fourth: upon divorce, all marital assets will be divided equally."

Jessica's fingertips curled into her palm.

That bastard.

Trying to set a trap for her again.

If he thought she'd go soft because of this, he was dead wrong.

But if he was willing to give, she'd take it.

The attorney, unable to follow their sign language, stood dumbfounded to the side, catching only fragments of the conversation. He did hear President Lawson mention splitting half his assets with his wife in the event of a divorce.

He distinctly remembered drafting their prenup: the husband would pay a fixed monthly stipend, and none of his assets would be shared.

Was President Lawson really about to change that?

Timothy narrowed his eyes, his voice low. "Is there a fifth?"

"Fifth, the husband may not make our marriage public."

Timothy's gaze darkened further, lips pale and pressed into a thin, cold line.

"Sixth, if guests come to the house, the husband cannot request the wife's presence. He must inform her in advance so she can avoid them. Each incident will cost two million."

Jessica, after checking it over, signed her name without hesitation.

She handed the papers to Timothy, who, after a brief pause, signed as well.

Jessica gestured to Timothy, "Have your lawyer get this notarized in court and send me the confirmation."

With official notarization, the agreement would be set in stone.

Timothy was silent for a moment, then instructed the lawyer to get it done first thing in the morning.

After the lawyer left, Timothy's IV drip finished.

He changed back into his own clothes. The collar of his white shirt was still stained with dried blood, the color now nearly black.

Jessica frowned slightly. He was a stickler for cleanliness—before, he would never have worn something like that. He'd have had someone bring him a fresh shirt, no question.

But not this time.

Even with the bloodstains, he buttoned up, every line of his clothing neat and proper.

He never lost his composure.

"Mrs. Lawson, is it time to go home now?"