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

negotiate with my boss at home, but I can't promise anything. I'll call you

up and rolled down his

drifted in, cool

undid two buttons of his shirt, but that tightness

simply stepped out of the

it, lit a cigarette, and took a

was sharp and cold, lips pressed together as he smoked, jawline clean

The driver, a glamorous heiress, rolled

"Hey, handsome! Out here all alone? Want to take

expression cool

eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable in the

his icy gaze. She

until she was far down

til she

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

Stewart was already halfway through a bottle of whiskey

sat down beside him and

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

wry smile tugging

his shirt, puzzled. "I

you don't.