Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 414

She’d been tricked into this cage.

If she’d known, back then, why he really wanted to marry her—

No matter how much she loved him, she would never have agreed.

She would have fought her way out, no matter what.

“I don’t want anyone else.”

Jessica’s gestures were firm, her expression steeled. “That’s your problem, not mine. You heard Vince just now—he said he’d go look for his sister himself. Don’t think you can threaten me with that. You know perfectly well what you did to me that night. For the sake of our son, I don’t want him to be shamed by all this. But if you push me, I’ll take you down with me. I have nothing left to lose.”

Timothy had never seen her like this before.

She was always gentle, always smiling softly, her manners impeccable.

So when she first asked for a divorce, he thought she was just making a scene.

He never imagined it would come to this.

Some things, deep down in a person’s bones, never change.

As a child, she’d always been obedient, mild-mannered, willing to yield on most things.

But when it truly mattered, she stood her ground.

Like that time in preschool, when a little girl from an ordinary family was being bullied by a rich boy. Jessica saw it happen and insisted the boy apologize. She wouldn’t back down.

No compromise.

“The hearing is tomorrow. If you don’t show up, I’ll call the police.”

Her hands dropped. She turned on her heel and walked away, her posture resolute, not a hint of hesitation in her stride.

Vince was waiting outside for Jessica, surprised to see her come out so quickly.

“He didn’t give you a hard time?”

Jessica nodded, then typed a message on her phone: “He still refuses to tell me where your sister is. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help.”

“It’s okay. He’s just trying to force you to go back. Once he’s out of options, he’ll talk to me. We won’t fall for his tricks. Don’t worry about it.”

Vince was trying to comfort Jessica, but he was really reassuring himself.

Back at the Zimmerman house, Jessica video-called Herbert.

She realized she needed to start speaking again, soon.

Now that she was living away from her family, with so many new people and situations around her, being unable to speak made everything so much harder.

“You’re not at your apartment?”

Herbert noticed something was different about the room behind her and immediately recognized it.

“I came back home. I’m at the Zimmermans’,” Jessica signed.

She hadn’t told Herbert she was returning, not wanting him to worry.

He knew the court date was coming up but hadn’t asked her exactly when, assuming she’d let him know.