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."

end, they were friends. Seeing Stewart

at home, but I can't

rolled down

night air drifted in, cool and

undid two buttons of his shirt, but that

stepped out of the

he leaned against it, lit a cigarette, and took

his profile was sharp and cold, lips pressed together as he

up nearby. The driver, a glamorous

"Hey, handsome! Out here all alone? Want to take a spin up the hill with

glanced over, expression cool and

narrowed, dark and unreadable in

froze, startled by his icy gaze. She floored the

wasn't until she was far

til she

saw-absolute ten. Gorgeous, I swear! Flirt with him? Are you kidding? I didn't even dare get out of the car! The man

time Cedric arrived at the lounge, Stewart was already halfway through a

beside him

know.

a faint, wry smile tugging at his

Cedric sniffed his shirt, puzzled. "I

you don't. You're used