Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 333

Timothy would definitely have his people watching that route—he had no choice but to get Jessica out of the city by a different road.

Vince believed Cloverdale was the safest bet. Timothy’s influence wouldn’t reach that far, not easily.

But Jessica wanted to leave the country.

He was determined to make that wish come true for her, to make up for the guilt gnawing at him since leaving her alone last night at The Gilded Whisper Estates.

If she hadn’t managed to escape Timothy herself, who knew what fate would’ve awaited her?

Meanwhile, Timothy was repeatedly dialing Vince’s number. Just as he lowered his head to punch in the call, he looked up—and a massive thirty-foot truck was turning straight into his path.

He slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel, desperately trying to avoid a collision.

Vince’s phone, connected to his car’s Bluetooth, picked up the call at that precise moment.

“Timothy—”

A deafening crash cut him off.

Timothy’s car smashed into the roadside barrier with brutal force, the impact so violent that the airbags exploded from the dash.

On the other side, the truck driver hit the brakes, but the cab still clipped the rear of Timothy’s car.

Another sickening crash.

“Timothy!”

Vince’s shout echoed through the car, but on the line, all he could hear was Timothy retching—a guttural, choked sound—followed by the unmistakable splatter of blood.

“Timothy, did you just get into an accident?”

Vince hit his own brakes in panic. That sound—twisted metal and shattering glass—couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

Jessica’s lifeless eyes flickered with sudden shock.

“Vince—”

Timothy hadn’t called him that in years.

A sharp pain seized Vince’s heart.

Timothy’s voice, weak and dragging, left no doubt—he was badly hurt.

“Timothy, where are you? Stay awake! Get out of the car if you can, I’m coming to you right now!”

“Don’t… let them take Jessy… I need to tell her…”

His words trailed off, unfinished. Timothy slipped into unconsciousness.

“Timothy! Timothy!”

After loving him secretly for four years, married to him for seven, she’d poured eleven years of her life into Timothy. She’d lost herself entirely, loving him.

No one could expect her to feel nothing upon hearing he’d crashed.

But she knew—this was her only chance to leave.

She clenched her fists, trembling, and finally shook her head.

If she gave in to her feelings now, she’d only be surrendering herself to more pain.

She’d fought so hard, for so long, to break free.

She had to go.

She wanted to live a life that belonged to her, for once.

Vince personally escorted Jessica to the waiting helicopter bound for Cloverdale.

As the rotors roared to life and the helicopter lifted off, Jessica waved to Vince.

Goodbye, Timothy.

Goodbye, Jessica—the girl she used to be.