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

But for reasons he couldn't quite explain, this time he wanted to get involved. Partly because he wanted to see Timothy knocked down

probably never get out of this

planned to pick Jessica up himself, but Vince's interference left him feeling irritated. Seeing Vince's smug face, Timothy decided not to

he leaned against the balcony

was a man with principles,

something

together before marriage was the norm, he'd never

his own way,

share that kind of intimacy with more than

and not for his

that was

would never

enough

ever been

made Timothy more restless. He inhaled deeply, finishing

back into the living room, stubbed it out, and headed out

Jessica's apartment complex, he immediately

His gaze hardened.