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."

Seeing

my boss at home, but

hung up and rolled down

night air drifted

yanked off his tie and undid two buttons of his shirt, but that tightness

stepped

door behind him, he leaned against it, lit a

his profile was sharp and cold, lips pressed together as

Ferrari pulled up nearby. The driver, a

all alone? Want to

glanced over, expression cool

narrowed, dark and unreadable in the

his icy gaze. She floored the accelerator and sped

until she was

til she

I just saw-absolute ten. Gorgeous, I swear! Flirt with him? Are you kidding? I didn't even

Cedric arrived at the lounge, Stewart was

the glass half-empty, Cedric sat down beside

your sorrows just makes it worse, you know. Don't forget you're

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

shirt, puzzled. "I don't

course you don't. You're used