Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Heh." Stella actually let out a laugh, exasperated. "All of you-honestly, you're all wrapped around that little brat's finger!"

"He's Stewart's last line in the sand," Cedric Clarke replied, his tone serious.

Stella fell silent.

It was a long moment before she finally asked, "Cedric, can I trust you?"

"Just this once, trust me," Cedric said solemnly. "Listen, if you can talk Bryn into agreeing to Stewart's terms, I promise I'll keep an eye on things from my end too."

Stella pressed her lips together, thinking for a few seconds before she asked, "Do you know why Stewart insists on going to Ghana?"

Cedric could more or less guess Stewart's real motive.

But he knew better than to say anything before Stewart left.

If he told her, Bryn would never agree to go.

"I honestly don't know," Cedric lied, feigning ignorance. "I'll try to ask around for you, okay?"

"You think he'd actually tell you if you asked?"

Cedric gave a helpless chuckle. "Who knows? Chances are... he won't."

"Our Bryn really does have the worst luck-ending up with someone who's both a jerk *and* impossible to shake. Just

There are still

life is so much easier." Stella started the car. "Anyway, I need to get back and figure out how to talk Bryn around. I'll let you go

"Alright."

call ended, Cedric dialed

rang several times before Stewart finally

the other end, Stewart's voice was rough and heavy. "Stella

half-joking, half-shocked. "Did you bug

out a low, humorless laugh, his

like that? Is it another migraine?" Cedric frowned, concerned. "Did you take your

"It's nothing."

the last! I'm not just giving you a hard time,

in, his tone unyielding. "I made my decision, and I'm not backing

of curses he wanted to let loose. There was no point. When Stewart dug his

I can do, man. So listen, even if it's just for my sake- once Bryn fulfills your three

a long silence

his word. He was just about to lose his temper when Stewart's low voice finally came through

"Okay."