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,

yet she felt comfortable enough to spill news about their divorce. Clearly, she wanted to make

steady but icy,

second, weighing his words. "My granddad really 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 day after

sound diplomatic, even a little apologetic. After all, what he was suggesting

glacial. "Vince,

granddad is. It's not easy to find an artist who does the kind of paper cutting he loves. I'm just asking you to

aside just as

dare talk to

Timothy had been far too tolerant of him, letting Vince get away with whatever he pleased. That was something Jessica had in common

A real man knows how to be patient and considerate. That's how you keep your wife happy-otherwise, she'll

felt like he

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

for you. What, you want you and Jessica to show up, both scowling at each other across the table? How about