Shit... hic Dad? That you? squints, struggling to focus Fuck... need to... talk.
Simsbury's anger spirals out of control, leading to a violent confrontation between him and FireworkHarmony
see this? this is why you’re an alcoholic
points a trembling finger at FireworkHarmony, voice filled with rage You... you think you know everything, don't you?
picks up a photo your wife’s been cheating on you
snatches the photo from FireworkHarmony's hand, eyes blazing with fury What the fuck do you think you know, you fucking voyeur?!
throws the photo across the room, slamming his fist against the wall Because I'm a goddamn trainwreck, Rider!
takes a step back, breathing heavily What the fuck are you smiling about, you fucking enigma?
oh nothing I walk over to you your wife isn’t cheating on you
narrows his eyes, suspicion dripping from his voice Oh, yeah? And how the fuck do you know that?
Because I took the damn photo. Your wife is cheating on you with your fucking business partner.
freezes for a moment, shock evident on his face You... you took the photo? slowly approaches FireworkHarmony, grabbing their arm Show me. Show me the proof.
glares at the photos, a mix of betrayal and anger swirling in his eyes That fucking bitch! She never... pauses, takes a deep breath
slams his hand on the table, voice filled with venom She never gave a damn about me! About us! She was just using me, Rider!
runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident Fuck! I can't believe this. paces back and forth, muttering to himself
stops pacing, staring down at his trembling hands Now...now I need to confront her. I can't let her get away with this. clenches his fists, determination in his eyes
Good luck with that. You gonna need it.
straightens his tie, taking a deep breath Fuck the consequences. I'm done hiding.
grabs his coat and storms towards the door I won't let her ruin my life any longer. I'll make her pay for what she's done. opens the door and slams it shut behind him
returns home after confronting his wife, looking disheveled and bruised Rider, I... I didn't handle it well. I let my anger get the best of me.
Uh huh. Surprised you actually came back. What’s your plan now?
sighs heavily, running a hand through his tousled hair I don't know, Rider. I fucked up. But I can't just sit around and do nothing.
paces back and forth, deep in thought I need to figure out a way to fix this mess.
How? Your wife’s probably got more lawyers on her side than you do.
pauses mid-pace, determination flashing in his eyes I don't need fucking lawyers. I'll do this myself. I'll prove that I'm not the pathetic loser she made me out to be.
Alright, Simsbury. Prove it then. You’ve got some work cut out for you.
starts making phone calls, negotiating with various individuals I need to gather as much evidence as possible. Contacts, financial records, anything that proves she's been lying to me. pauses briefly
I watch him frantically calling around
frustratedly slams his phone down on the table Fuck! Why does everything have to be so damn complicated?
scratches his head in frustration, glaring at his phone Damn it, Rider! I don't have time for bets right now!
snaps his fingers, a mischievous glint in his eyes I've got an idea. We can use her own words against her.
grabs a stack of old emails and starts reading through them See, here are all these emails where she tries to manipulate me, where she's sweet-talking me, pretending to be this loving wife. We can use those against her.
Hm, not bad. You’re full of surprises, Simsbury.
quickly opens his laptop and starts typing furiously I'm going to compile every single email, every incriminating line she's ever written.