Goodbye, Mr. Regret

When Timothy saw Vince calling again, his eyes darkened; he tossed his phone aside in annoyance.

After a while, he reached for the phone and finally answered.

"Timothy, I got in touch with Jessica," Vince began.

Timothy's voice was cold and low. "Is she going to the party?"

"She refused."

"So you want me to help convince her?"

"No, no, it's not that," Vince hastily clarified. "She texted me, said you two are getting divorced."

Timothy's knuckles whitened as he gripped the phone tighter.

"She's that close to you?" he asked.

all. We only met once," Vince replied,

comfortable enough to spill news about their divorce. Clearly, she

his voice steady but icy, "why are you actually

wants to meet her. But she said since you two are getting divorced, she doesn't want to show up at the party with you. So... how about you just don't come the

diplomatic, even a little apologetic. After all,

eyes were glacial. "Vince, you've got some

easy to find an artist who does the kind of paper cutting he loves. I'm just asking you

and toss me aside just as easily. And you want

talk to him

with whatever he pleased. That was something Jessica

solutions," Vince pressed on. "She's your wife, not someone else's. A real man knows how to be patient and considerate. That's how you keep your wife happy-otherwise, she'll just

like he could barely

think you're just trying to piss me off. Is it because I didn't snap at you two years ago?

How about this —after the party, I'll tell her