Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He got up and headed to the study to write the invitations.

Timothy took out his fountain pen and finished the first wedding invitation. His handwriting was steady and bold, each letter confident and clear.

The two names sat side by side on the card-his and hers. It was just how he wanted it.

Over an hour later, Secretary Allen arrived. When he stepped into the study, he found Timothy still at the desk, filling out more invitations for his and his wife's wedding.

The sight left Secretary Allen a bit embarrassed. Even though the wedding decorations hadn't been called off yet, Mrs. Lawson had stopped talking to President Lawson altogether. What was the point of writing all these invitations?

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"President Lawson, the photographs just arrived. There's glue in the box as well." "Alright, thank you. I'll take care of it."

Secretary Allen hesitated before asking, "Should we... call off the wedding arrangements?"

Timothy's pen froze. He looked up, his gaze icy and sharp as it landed on Secretary Allen.

Allen immediately dropped his eyes. "I have some things to take care of excuse me," he mumbled, then hurried out of the room.

Timothy lowered his head and continued writing.

When he finished, he carefully attached their photo in the slot reserved for it inside each invitation.

They looked good together.

thing missing was a proper wedding

booked, everything was set-but she refused to go. He'd been so angry then, he swore he'd never ask her for wedding photos

one set of pictures together, something to remember their wedding

she'd only worn a veil and a simple white blouse, yet she looked beautiful. He couldn't help but imagine how stunning she'd be in a white bridal

invitations to Mabel. "Find someone with

master's birthday?"

have

hadn't prepared one, so he said, "Use the same guest list as

"Understood, sir."

that, Timothy left the

went to the study, picked up the invitations, and

he lost his mind?

won't even come home, yet here he is, fussing over invitations for

plan to marry?

to a stop,

up to him and grabbed his arm.

a walk, but he collapsed outside. Someone called an ambulance-he's been taken to the hospital. Lust got the call and was about to head

drive you," Timothy

Zimmerman was very clear-no help from the

butler jumped into a

his own car and followed