Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince's face went slack with shock, the color draining from his cheeks.

No wonder Timothy had shown up uninvited-Jessica was his wife, the one he'd kept hidden for seven years!

Before Timothy could even speak, Vince shot to his feet and rounded on Kane. "She's Timothy's wife! How could you keep calling her 'mute' like that? I get that you're close with Sheila and want to stand up for her, but let's be honest-Timothy didn't leave Sheila at the altar; Sheila backed out first. You can't blame Timothy for that."

Two years ago, Vince had launched the shared power station project, but his goal had always been the interests of the Zimmerman Group, not picking a fight with Timothy.

Besides, now he needed Timothy's help.

They'd all been friends once, after all.

He turned to Jessica, his tone shifting as he tried to smooth things over. "Ms. Greene-no, I should say Mrs. Lawson-Kane just has a blunt way about him. Don't take his words to heart."

Sheila tugged at Kane's sleeve. "Calm down. Jessica's Timothy's wife. Even if you don't care about anything else, show Timothy some respect."

Through it all, Jessica watched them coldly, detached.

Everyone wanted something.

Once, she should've been just an onlooker, yet now she was drawn into their drama against her will.

she wouldn't let herself get tangled up

had to

Vince had stood up a moment earlier, he'd set the

had yet to say a word, now reached out and picked

and unreadable. He lifted the folder slightly, his gaze fixed and intense

over the room like

Kane, thick-skinned as he was, understood what

as accepting Vince's

wife clearly wasn't

Sheila's face, and felt a surge of frustration. Unable to hold back, he shot Jessica

words were cut short

up his wineglass and hurled it to the floor, where it shattered, red wine splattering across

room froze

eyes were icy, burning with

smoothly, tucked the project folder into Jessica's hands, and, before

an imperious authority that