Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He'd always thought that taking a family trip together once a year was something he did well-as a husband, and as a father.

But lately, maybe because Cedric Clarke was such an exemplary dad, Stewart found himself reflecting more and more during his rare moments of downtime.

Except, when he actually looked back, he realized he hadn't been all that present in those five years of marriage...

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"

Snapping out of it, Stewart cleared his throat. "Got time to grab a drink?"

"Drinks?" Cedric Clarke shot back without hesitation. "No way. If my wife finds out, I'll be sleeping on the couch for a week!"

Stewart just stared at his phone.

"Wait, aren't your wife and daughter home too? How do you even have the nerve to go out drinking?"

"They're at Skybreeze Retreat today."

"Don't tell me―mother and daughter packed up and ran away?"

Stewart pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, Mrs. Winslow's visiting. They'll probably be staying at the retreat all week."

Now Cedric finally caught a whiff of something off.

"Stewart, you sound a little jealous, you know."

" Just come out for a drink with me."

friends. Seeing Stewart all alone, he felt a

my boss at home, but I can't

rolled down his

air drifted in, cool and

undid two buttons of his shirt, but that tightness in his chest wouldn't

simply stepped out of

it, lit a cigarette, and took a slow

his profile was sharp and

red Ferrari pulled up nearby. The driver, a glamorous heiress, rolled down

Out here all alone? Want to take a

over, expression cool

eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable in the

startled by his icy gaze. She floored the accelerator

she was

til she

swear! Flirt with him? Are you kidding? I didn't even dare get out of the

the lounge, Stewart was already halfway

beside him and

you know. Don't forget you're still on medication take it

up at Cedric, a faint, wry smile tugging at his lips. "You reek of

his shirt, puzzled. "I don't

you don't.