NovelEnglish"I'll be heading out, so try to get srest." Briony gave her a nod. "Alright." Cedric Clarke cdownstairs and made a beeline for the kitchen, looking for Stewart.
Stewart was standing by the stove, simmering a pot of soup. He wore dark jeans and a plain white T-shirt, a fresh bandage still wrapped around one forearm. Even from behind-broad shoulders, trim waist-he made quite a striking figure.
Cedric clicked his tongue in mock admiration, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorway. Watching Stewart fuss over the soup, he couldn't help but marvel, "If this isn't a total transformation, I don't know what is!" Stewart glanced over his shoulder. "You saw Bryn?" "Yeah." Cedric crossed the room. "Gave her the report. She seems to be holding up alright, honestly. I get the sense her attitude's still pretty positive." Stewart's gaze stayed on the bubbling pot. "She's resigned herself to it. For the baby's sake, she'll cooperate with any treatment, even if there's only a sliver of hope. But if things don't work out, she's already made peace with it." Cedric let out a laugh. "What, did you take a secret night class? 'How to Read Your Ex-Wife'?" Stewart shot him a sidelong look.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCedric clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. "Seriously, man, seeing you like this -I'm honestly happy for you. Sure, you lost the wife, but at least you've got two healthy kids." Stewart stirred the soup, not looking up. "Your wife hasn't left. You could still try for the full set." Cedric's smile faded to a wry one. "Not a chance. My wife's got stars in her eyes.and our son together still can't compete with her dreams." Stewart caug the undercurrent of frustration and glanced over. "Did you two fight?" Cedric shrugged. "Nah. Just... been getting the cold shoulder, that's all." Stewart said nothing.
Cedric, ever the tist, let out a theatrical sigh. "Here I am, banished to the guest room, and I don't even know what I did wrong." Stewart: "..." Meanwhile, Stella was coming down the stairs and heard voices from the kitchen. She recognized Cedric's voice and drifted closer, pausing just outside the doorway.
As she approached, Cedric's voice carried into the hall- "Sometimes I think my mother-in-law's right. My wife's never really struggled for anything she's always been protected, spoiled even. We all cater to her, and she just sees it asus holding her back. The baby's only a year old, and she's already thinking about weaning him so she can hurry off to grad school abroad..." Cedric let out a long, weary sigh. "Stewart, honestly, sometimes I'm just exhausted. It feels like I'm the only one trying. She... she never seems all-in. The moment things don't go her way, she starts talking about splitting up..." Stella's lips parted, then slowly pressed together.
Every word Cedric said landed with a dull ache in her chest-tangible, inescapable fatigue.
So this is how Cedric sees things. So this is how he's always seen her.
A small, silent smile flickered across Stella's face. She drew a slow breath, turned, and quietly walked away.
Neither man in the kitchen realized Stella had been standing there.
Their conversation carried on: "She was just telling Briony she wants a divorce, you know." Stewart paused, surprised. "Stella wants a divorce?" Cedric nodded. "It's not the first tshe's brought it up." "You think she means it?" Stewart asked.
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Cedric shrugged. "Not really. It's just talk-she says whatever's on her mind. She'll spot sgood-looking guy on the street and wolf-whistle right! Y infront of me. Y I get jealous, she calls.
epetty. But two minutes later she's all over me, callinghoney, beggingnot to be mad. She's like a kid, honestly. What can I do? I married a handful. Guess I've just got to spoil her."
Stewart had been ready to offer scomfort, thinking Cedric was genuinely upset. The more he listened, though, the more he realized: this wasn't venting; this was humblebragging about married life. With a straight face, Stewart said, "If you're going to show off your happy marriage, please see yourself out."
Cedric burst out laughing. "Alright, alright. You single guys just don't get the suffering of married men. Il get out of your hair. This soup smells. great, by the way. Next time, make extra I might just invite myself over for dinner." Stewart kept stirring the soup, choosing not to dignify that with a reply.
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