Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You're the only one gutsy enough to ask for my help and still throw shade at me."

Timothy had always had a remarkable tolerance for Vince.

Two years ago, Vince had managed to tank Timothy's shared power station project.

Yet even after all this time, Vince kept dancing around the edges, testing his patience.

Timothy wasn't even angry about it.

"You've said enough," he replied coolly. "So let me give you some advice: don't go around policing other people's boundaries if you can't respect your own. Otherwise, one day I might not even remember whose husband you're supposed to be."

His eyes darkened, his expression unreadable.

Vince just shrugged, waving the folder in his hand. "I've got real work to do. Not going to stick around and banter with you. Bye!"

He stood up and strode out, not bothering to look back.

The only reason he'd come over was to get this file.

Who knew if Timothy would lose his mind and back out of helping Jessica just because Vince had found her a lawyer?

Once in his car, Vince opened the folder.

Inside were files on ten women, all flagged by Timothy's data search. Each had the same distinctive birthmark and were all twenty-six years old. Some files had photos, others didn't.

assistant, instructing him to dig up detailed backgrounds on each woman as soon as

would never have bothered meddling in someone else's mess. But for reasons he couldn't quite explain, this time he wanted to get involved. Partly

probably never get out of this

himself, but Vince's interference left him feeling

he leaned against the balcony and took a

man with principles,

meant something sacred

Even in an age where living together before marriage was

was, in his own way,

share that kind of intimacy with more than one

himself, and

once he'd chosen someone, that was

never

that enough

say they'd only ever been with one woman,

Timothy more restless. He inhaled deeply, finishing

into the living room, stubbed it out, and

apartment complex, he immediately spotted

His gaze hardened.