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."

hesitated, but in the end, they were friends. Seeing Stewart

home, but I can't

hung up and rolled down his car

night air drifted in, cool and

off his tie and undid two buttons of his shirt, but

stepped out of the

he leaned against it, lit a cigarette,

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

pulled up nearby. The driver, a glamorous

here all alone? Want to take a spin up the hill with

expression

eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable

She floored the accelerator and

until she

til she

I swear! Flirt with him? Are you kidding? I didn't even dare get out of the car! The man is impossible to approach. Forget it,

the time Cedric arrived at the lounge, Stewart was already halfway through a bottle of

beside him and snatched the

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

a faint, wry smile

shirt,

you don't. You're

you smell a

pressed his