Marco's POV
As Marco sobered up, the effects of the alcohol wearing off, he and Timothy walked side by side, leaving the Gala, which was winding down. The energy of the night had faded, replaced by exhaustion and unspoken tension. They reached the elevator, and Tim finally broke the silence.
"Bro," Tim began carefully, "I know things with Sadé didn’t end amicably. I don’t know the full story, but from what I do know… I think it’s best if you just let her move on."
Marco shot him a death glare.
Tim held up his hands. "I’m just saying. That’s my opinion."
Marco scoffed. "Yeah, and opinions are like assholes—everyone has one, and everyone thinks everyone else’s stinks. So, that’s what I think about yours, especially about my wife."
Tim shook his head, pressing the button for the 12th fl
