Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 246

Jessica sat in the passenger seat and immediately spotted Timothy.

Herbert was behind the wheel, eyes sharp on the road ahead, but he couldn’t miss Timothy either.

They were almost at Jessica’s house now, and the car slowed considerably. Herbert glanced at her, sensing her anxiety.

Without hesitation, Jessica signed, “Herbert, just keep driving.”

The last thing she wanted was to run into Timothy—especially now, with Herbert by her side. Knowing Timothy’s temper, she could already imagine the argument that would follow.

Herbert pressed his foot to the gas.

Out on the sidewalk, Timothy was standing face-to-face with Secretary Allen, his gaze fixed on the passing traffic. Something about the car caught Timothy’s attention—a flash of familiarity.

Secretary Allen noticed Timothy staring and turned to look as well.

“Ma’am…”

But the car sped by without even a pause.

Through the window, Timothy caught sight of Jessica. He took an unconscious step forward, but the vehicle was already disappearing down the block.

A stormy darkness settled over Timothy’s face, his presence turning icy and oppressive. Secretary Allen ducked his head, barely daring to breathe.

If they could see Jessica, then they could see Herbert as well.

Only when Herbert’s car vanished from sight did Timothy finally tear his gaze away. His voice was cold and low as he called out, “Allen.”

Secretary Allen snapped to attention.

Timothy’s frosty stare was unreadable. “You’ve been here all day. When did he show up?”

Secretary Allen’s heart sank, but he didn’t dare withhold the truth. “When I arrived this morning, Mr. Herbert was getting here too. He and Mrs. Lawson went to the cemetery together.”

Ever since she learned about the other woman, Jessica had been ready to step aside. But Timothy—did he really want her to keep playing Mrs. Lawson, standing in the way of his affair with Sheila? It was pointless.

Everyone in the Lawson family and Timothy’s circle of friends knew the truth. Jessica felt suffocated.

She’d staked everything on this marriage: no career, no legal protection, no power to leave. She was trapped, facing a husband with all the advantage. Even getting a divorce seemed impossible.

Seven years ago, she’d rushed headlong into this marriage, only to find herself at a dead end.

“Jess?”

Herbert spoke her name softly. He understood—Jessica wanted out, but Timothy wouldn’t let her go. As long as he refused, no lawyer dared touch her case.

She had no one to turn to, and she was afraid of dragging Herbert into her mess.

Turning her face to the window, Jessica met Herbert’s eyes. There was sadness there, and a bitter little smile. She lifted her wrist and asked, “Herbert, am I really that useless?”