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 alone, he

with my boss at home, but I can't

up and rolled

air drifted in,

off his tie and undid two buttons of his shirt, but that tightness in his chest wouldn't go

he simply stepped out of the

against it,

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

The driver, a

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

glanced over, expression cool and

eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable in

his icy gaze. She floored the

until she was far down

til she

swear! Flirt with him? Are you kidding? I didn't even dare get out of the car! The

Stewart was already halfway through a

sat down beside him and snatched

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

at Cedric, a faint, wry smile tugging at his lips.

sniffed his shirt, puzzled.

you don't. You're used to

"Well, do you smell

pressed his