Cole stood behind a group of trees clustered around the barn. He couldn‘t make out everything the six people said, but he watched them anyway. As they rode off the property, his eyes drifted to the time travel device in his hand. There was no doubt about it. The chip was in the wagon with the two women. He had no choice but to follow them. He walked to the horse he hid behind the barn and hopped up on it. Had it not been for Penelope‘s horses, he wouldn‘t have learned how to ride a steed.
His hands tightened on the reins, and he swallowed the bitter lump in his throat. Regret stabbed him with a force that threatened to take his breath away. He had to leave her. He didn‘t deserve her. He was a liar and a thief. She could do better. She would do better. Surely, any man worthy of her would be smart enough to marry her. He clenched his teeth, cursing the lucky jerk who managed to win her affections. She‘d spend the rest of her life smiling at him, tending to his wounds, taking care of him, loving him…obooko.
He didn‘t want to think about it. He‘d had enough regrets to last a lifetime. He‘d chosen a gold digger to share his life with. His ex-wife saw his salary and figured she could have his wallet and his brother. He‘d been so naïve to believe that she loved him. The signs were there. Looking back, he recognized them. The separate bank account, the weekend to ―spas‖ so she could relax, the child who looked too much like his brother…Even after learning that Ian wasn‘t his son and divorcing her, she continually wanted more money. The woman was never satisfied. She wronged him and the judge took her side.