Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Most people could relate, after all.

Of course, some of her thoughts came from all those TV shows she'd seen, the ones with thankless, ungrateful children. Whether it was in movies or novels, art mirrored life.

She'd never experienced it herself, but she was sure those kinds of people existed.

The screenplay, naturally, was meant to shine a light on the greatness of a mother's love.

She just never expected the drama to play out in her own life.

Yates didn't ask about the other plot points anymore.

Instead, he changed the subject. "So, what are your hopes for the box office numbers?"

"I'll give it my best shot, ask for nothing, expect nothing. Do the work, wait for the results. If it doesn't go well, I'll start over. If it does, I'll keep going."noveldrama

Perfect wife material.

She was a breath of fresh air.

After a long day at work, coming home to talk with her-what could be more relaxing?

Timothy must have lost his mind to let her go.

Well, maybe it's for the best.

He's just not that lucky.

Yates silently cheered to himself.

Back at the house, Vince had just stepped inside when his phone chimed with a notification. He pulled it out-Twitter alert.

From The Lawson Group.

A frown creased his brow.

He tapped the screen.

His face soured instantly.

Seriously, Timothy?

Unbelievable. Absolutely shameless!

What a show-off.

Posting their marriage registration.

Flaunting his love.

Where does he get the nerve?

Vince's expression went through a whole rainbow of emotions. Jessica wandered

over. "What's up, big brother? Something happen?"

"It's nothing. Just saw something annoying on Twitter. Some jerk posted

something stupid. It's late-let's all get some sleep."

They headed inside. As soon as Jessica was in her room, Vince grabbed Yates by the sleeve and dragged him into his own bedroom.

"So, who's the jerk and what did he post?"

Yates sat down and asked.

Vince handed over his phone. "Take a look. And you're still dragging your feet on your engagement? Look how slick he is always quick to grab credit. Meanwhile, you're as slow as molasses. Honestly, you might as well get comfortable at the back of the line."

He was fuming.

Not that either of them were any better.

Might as well complain about both.

Yates picked up Vince's phone.

It was a tweet from The Lawson Group's official account.

#FirstScreening #FilmReview #LettersFromTheFetalSeaPreview #StarlightGrandTheater

Yates finished reading and muttered, "This is supposed to be a review?"

The nerve-he even tagged Starlight Grand Theater to hitch a ride on the hype.

"Looks like a review to me. Isn't he talking about the movie?" Vince had only skimmed it, too incensed to care.

"Read closer. It's basically a confessional. He probably wrote it for one person to see-and even paid to promote it. Bought himself a trending hashtag. Pathetic."

Vince wasn't wrong.

The guy had skills, he had to admit. The writing was impressive.

He talked about the film, then about his mother sacrificing everything for him, thanked his wife for writing such a moving script and investing in such a great movie, which had made him truly appreciate a mother's love.

He even wrote about his son, admitting he hadn't raised the boy well enough and had let his wife down.

And, as if that wasn't enough, he even showed off their marriage certificate.

"Yates, do you think your review-once it's posted-can knock his off the trending page? I don't want Jessy to see it."

"No chance," Yates answered honestly.

"Why not? I think your reviews are better."

"He's got money."

Vince arched a brow. "You don't?"

"I do. But going toe-to-toe with him will only boost his hype."

"So what, we just sit back and watch him run his own one-man show?"

Ping.

Another notification.

#PresidentLawson InvitesAllStaffAnd FamiliesToTheScreening#

The replies were full of The Lawson Group employees posting photos from the

event.

Yates handed Vince the phone. "He's

got

more moves up his sleeve.

probably just the beginning ele pace yourself-this is

Ping.

Vince hadn't even finished reading the last topic.

Another one.

#LawsonGroupCEOShows Off His LoveLife-The MysteriousMrsLawson Revealed#

Ping.

#PresidentLawson Endorses MrsLawson'sMovie#

Ping.

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Vince's hands started to shake.

The phone slipped from his grip and skittered across the floor.

He looked up at Yates. "He's on another level. Just get ready to lose, my friend!"

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

Vince's phone was still buzzing on the floor.

Sheila saw the tweets.

Sallie saw the tweets.

Henry saw the tweets.

The entire Lawson family saw the tweets.

Even the Bryants saw them.

Herbert's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone.

Jessica was in the shower, blissfully unaware that social media was ablaze.

Yates's phone rang insistently.

He put it on speaker so Vince could listen in.

Mrs. Bryant was practically seething. "Yates, how did someone as lively as me end up with a son as slow as you? You're a top film reviewer with millions of followers! You mean to tell me you haven't seen Salome's new movie?"

"Are you blind?"

"Haven't watched it?"

"Where's your review?"

"You're living in the Zimmermans' house, and you let Timothy beat you to the

punch?"

"You can't even capitalize on

proximity! Are you trying to drive me crazy? Get on Twitter now-millions of followers, tag Starlight Grand Theater, and get to work!"