Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 348

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 all

to negotiate with my boss at home, but I can't promise anything.

and rolled down his car

air drifted in,

and undid two buttons of his shirt, but that tightness in his chest

stepped out of

door behind him, he leaned against it, lit

sharp and cold,

nearby. The driver, a

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

over, expression cool

eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable in

by his icy gaze. She floored the accelerator

wasn't until she was far

til she

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

at the lounge, Stewart was already

down beside

you know.

a faint, wry smile tugging at his lips.

sniffed his shirt, puzzled.

you don't. You're used

you smell a hint of

pressed his lips