Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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."

Cedric hesitated, but in the end, they were friends. Seeing Stewart all alone, he felt a pang of sympathy.

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

Stewart hung up and rolled down his car window.

The night air drifted in, cool and restless.

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

So he simply stepped out of the car.

Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it, lit a cigarette, and took a slow drag.

Under the glow of the streetlamp, his profile was sharp and cold, lips pressed together as he smoked, jawline clean and defined.

A red Ferrari pulled up nearby. The driver, a glamorous heiress, rolled down her window.