Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates stared, dumbfounded, at the scene unfolding before him.

Was Vince actually standing up for Jessica? Now that was something-such a generous spirit.

Even though it was obvious Vince had feelings for Jessica, he still accepted her being with Herbert. Yates couldn't help but admire him, genuinely impressed. Meanwhile, Timothy's brow was furrowed in frustration. He'd only been trying to help Sheila―Jessica was a natural talent who didn't need any of this.

Did Vince really have to lose his temper over it?

Still, having managed to anger his brother-in-law once again, Timothy felt his chest tighten with anxiety.

Noticing the tension in Timothy's expression, Yates piped up, "Well, I've got something else to take care of. I'll head out first."

With that, he hurried off and caught up with Vince in the parking garage.

"Seriously, what was with that outburst back there? Timothy looked like he'd seen a ghost."

Vince scoffed, "Let him. I'm not here to cater to his feelings. No wonder even a woman who can't speak ended up marrying above her station with him-only to want a divorce anyway. Married for seven years, kid's already six, and he still can't keep things clean with Sheila."

If he can't get over his old flame, who can blame him? And you acting like

their circle, men juggling double lives was hardly shocking—especially in Yates's world, where he'd seen it

and Timothy would just

Not Yates's problem, anyway.

this get to you. It's his private life, and interfering will just mess up

what, you jealous that he's got the perfect wife at home and a

the so-called 'good ones,' barely have any women around Look outside our little circle-most guys have more than

then, Vince's

It was Jessica calling.

she hung up

[Are you there?]

[Yeah, I'm here.]

a favor. A friend's film is almost finished, and they're

figured you