Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 410

Vince had barely stepped outside when he spotted Timothy's car pulling up the driveway.

Timothy was sitting in the backseat, the window lowered. "You coming?"

Vince climbed in without a word.

Timothy wasted no time. "She's at your place, isn't she?"

"You've done your homework," Vince replied, eyeing him warily. His voice dropped, cold and heavy. "Still going with the same old plan?"

Timothy's tone was mild, almost indifferent. “That's not going to work anymore." "Why not?"

Vince figured Timothy's only move had ever been to stall for time—he never had any better ideas. Delay, and hope for another chance later. That was always his way.

"Because you're onto me now. You'd see right through it."

Vince gave a crooked half-smile. "So you're divorcing her, and now you're picking a fight with me?"

"And whose fault is that?" Timothy shot back. "If you'd kept out of it, things wouldn't have gotten so complicated. Vince, we've been friends for years. Why not let it go? I never wanted to divorce her. All this mess-it's just one big misunderstanding."

"It's too late for that," Vince said, his voice steady. "I'm involved now. I'm not backing down. You want me out? I say you should be the one to let go." He paused, then offered a suggestion. "If you really can't bear to lose her, then divorce her and win her back the right way. At least if you let her go now, maybe you'll still leave her with some good memories of you."

Timothy's brow furrowed. "She won't even come home while we're still married. If we divorce, what makes you think she'll give me another chance?"

He wasn't about to fall for Vince's bait.

"And if tomorrow doesn't go your way, have you thought about the fallout? She might really go scorched earth on you, Timothy. I think she's truly done this time. And honestly, I don't see why she'd want to come back. You never appreciated her. Wouldn't it be better to end things peacefully?"

Timothy's voice was edged with anger. "And what makes you think I didn't appreciate her?"

"I can see it plain as day. Anyone can. You clinging to her like this—it's just pointless."

Vince wished, more than anything, that Timothy would just let go, cut the cord, and be done with it.

is your fault for butting in. So now I'm giving you the problem, Vince. I don't

want to do-including

hard as stone, his

you dumping this

"I found your sister."

"You expect

what you want. You wrecked my family, so I'm not telling you

it's true.

"Yeah."

by the collar, voice shaking with barely

you. I'm not

digging into Timothy's neck until it hurt. But finally, jaw

the Zimmerman family, and

now. But don't you understand how desperate we are to find

mother's been sick with

"She's dying now!"

through isn't enough for you to tell me the

tumbled out in a rush, his voice trembling

resolve faltered for a second. He knew

was ice-cold. "Your mother needs her daughter. You need your sister. The Zimmermans need

out who Jessica really was, Timothy would be facing not just

twenty years, but the Bryants had never called

truth came out, there would be no future

the only leverage

his gaze icy and murderous. The

a stranger, his stare sharp

you one more time:

to come home and drop the divorce, and I'll

budge