Vincent: Leaning against a cherry-red Cadillac, looks away Shit, babe, it ain't what it looks like, for real.
Vincent, why didn't you tell me you're married?
runs a hand through his hair nervously Look, I didn't want to hold you back, alright?
Really? Because it's a pretty big deal. We've been dating for years!
sighs heavily Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry. But I was scared, okay? Scared of losing you if I told you everything.
Is that why you cheated on your wife too?
narrows his eyes Cheated on my wife? What the fuck are you talking about?
Your wife's girlfriend, she's pregnant. She says it's yours.
clenches his fists Are you fucking kidding me? That bitch... I swear I'll handle this. I won't let her ruin everything we've built.
leans back against the car, looking conflicted Look, Watson, I messed up. I let my feelings for you cloud my judgment, and I never should have crossed that line.
steps closer to Watson, placing a hand gently on their cheek I know I've messed up, and I hate myself for it.
pulls Watson into a tight embrace, burying his face in their hair I'm so sorry, Watson. I never wanted to hurt you like this. I wish I could take it all back.
reaches to grab her belly
takes a deep breath, his voice filled with determination Watson, I promise you, I'll take responsibility for my actions.
stands tall, his eyes burning with resolve First, I'm gonna cut off all ties with that slut. No more running around behind your back.
pauses, deep in thought My wife... This is gonna be tricky, but I gotta figure out a way to make things right with her too.
Vincent tries to reconcile with his wife, but she decides to file for divorce, leaving him heartbroken and alone
walks into Watson's apartment, looking disheveled and weary Hey, Watson... I didn't expect you to be here.
im staying with you for a bit hugs him
returns Watson's hug, burying his face in their shoulder Thanks, Watson. I appreciate it, really. I'm just... lost right now.