Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart was spitting up blood again when he got out of bed to wash up that morning.

Not wanting to frighten the kids, he asked Lorna and Carol to take them out to the neighborhood playground for a while.

When Cedric Clarke arrived, Stewart was propped up against his pillows, his face ashen and drawn.

"I told you not to rush back here, but you never listen!" Cedric snapped, striding over and letting his emergency kit thud hard onto the nightstand. "Stewart, were you a mule in your last life? You're not going to die from illness, you'll die from sheer stubbornness!"

"Spare me the lecture. Just hook me up to the IV already," Stewart muttered.

Cedric shot him a glare, but opened the kit and got to work. His hands moved with practiced efficiency as he inserted the needle, hung the IV bag, and adjusted the drip.

"I'm setting it slow," Cedric said, watching the fluid trickle down the line. "This stuff works, but too much will put a strain on your heart.”

Stewart closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax as the medication flowed into his veins. His labored, ragged breathing gradually eased.

Cedric sat nearby, keeping a close eye on him. In just over a month, Stewart had wasted away before his eyes.

"I heard from Lorna you went to visit the cemetery?" Cedric asked quietly.

Stewart kept his eyes shut, as if he'd fallen asleep.

content with this? You're only thirty-two! If

weary smile. "I've got a son and a

you running away from your responsibilities. For

Stewart rasped, opening his eyes

Stewart. Sure, maybe

paused, gathering

worried about

Don't you think there are scumbags

of everything you leave behind,

been through,

stared at him in disbelief. "You almost sound proud

"I hurt Bryn. I won't deny

the back of his neck, realizing that

a bright, beautiful girl. You know, a soft heart can run

ov

aren't you afraid