Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 115: His What?

Cedric sat in the driver’s seat of his car, one hand on the wheel as he stared out the windshield, the familiar hum of the engine keeping him company. The air was cool, and the sun was starting to dip behind the horizon, casting long shadows along the street. He glanced at the bottle of wine resting in the passenger seat and the crumpled paper bag next to it, holding a few books for Ashton. It had been a while since he’d seen Ashton, and he was starting to wonder how the kid was doing, especially with everything that had been going on lately.

He thought back to the lunch he’d had with Evander the other day. There was tension in the air that wasn’t there before. It had been awkward, and Cedric knew part of it was his fault. He hadn’t meant for things to get strained between them, but it was hard when Evander and Lydia were in the middle of this whole situation. It was one thing to support your friends, but it was another when the whole dynamic shifted. When Evander had told him about Lydia’s pregnancy—at their age, of all things—Cedric had tried to be the supportive friend, but it wasn’t as simple as he had hoped.

It wasn’t just about helping them both. It was about balancing everything, trying to keep the peace between his two best friends—Evander, his childhood buddy, and Lydia, the girl they’d both met in high school, who had somehow wormed her way into both of their hearts in different ways. They were young and pregnant, and Cedric couldn’t help but feel caught in the middle.

He shifted the gear stick and started to pull into Evander’s street. The headlights swept across familiar houses, and the feeling of nostalgia hit him harder than expected.

He grabbed the wine and the bag of books, stepping out of the car and making his way up the driveway. He hadn’t really spoken to Evander properly in days—not since their lunch. He wasn’t sure if things were okay between them or not. He was trying to give both of them space, but the tension was unavoidable.

Cedric rang the doorbell and waited. There was a pause, then the sound of footsteps approaching from inside. When the door swung open, a woman Cedric had never seen before stood in the doorway. She looked familiar in some way, but Cedric couldn’t place it.

She gave him a polite smile. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice soft but direct.

Cedric paused, unsure for a moment, then smiled back. "Uh, yeah, I’m Cedric. I’m here to see Evander. Is he home yet?"

Before the woman could answer, Cedric heard Evander’s voice from inside, asking, "Who is it?"

"Just a second," the woman replied, turning to call back into the house.

Evander’s voice came again, louder this time. "Who’s at the door?"

Cedric’s heart did a little skip when he heard his friend’s voice, but there was an odd feeling to it that made him second-guess his earlier certainty about the situation. He shifted from foot to foot awkwardly, trying to shake off the feeling of being in the wrong place.

The woman, who hadn’t yet introduced herself, glanced over her shoulder. "It’s Cedric," she called back to Evander. "You know, your friend?"

Cedric could hear the shuffle of footsteps approaching the door before Evander finally appeared, leaning casually against the frame with his arms crossed, his expression softening when he saw Cedric standing there.

"Oh, Ced," Evander said, his face breaking into a grin. "You’re here. What are you doing here?"

Cedric couldn’t help but smile too. Despite everything, seeing Evander always felt like slipping into an old, comfortable pair of shoes. It was familiar, easy. But there was still something in the air—some unspoken tension—that made it a little more difficult than usual.

"I just wanted to catch up," Cedric said, holding up the wine and the bag of books. "Got some bribes, you know. I figured I’d bring these over, see how you’re doing, all that." He handed over the items with a punch on the shoulder.

Evander took the items, giving Cedric a curious look before glancing down at the bottle of wine. "Bribing me with wine, huh?" he said with a smirk. "Nice. I’ll take it."

"I knew you would." Cedric chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "So, uh, are you gonna let me in or not? What, am I forbidden from entering now? C’mon, man. I’ve got bribes." He gave a teasing nudge.

Evander raised an eyebrow. "You’re already inside, Ced. But... fine, I’ll let you in. You’re lucky, Ced."

Cedric raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorframe. "If you don’t want to introduce us, man, that’s fine."

Evander gave a small laugh, clearly amused by Cedric’s teasing. He glanced over at Delphinia, who was standing a few steps back from the door, watching the two of them with a neutral expression.

"Oh, right. I should probably do that, huh?" Evander said, his voice slightly sheepish. He turned to Delphinia, a little more serious now. "Delphinia, this is Cedric, my best friend from way back. We’ve known each other since we were kids."

Delphinia nodded politely, offering Cedric a small, warm smile, though her eyes held a certain curiosity. She extended her hand toward him, and Cedric took it, giving her a firm but casual handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Delphinia."

"It’s nice to meet you, too, Cedric."

Evander shot him a knowing look before glancing back at Delphinia. Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he dropped the bomb.

"Cedric," Evander said, sounding a bit more serious now, "this is Delphinia, my wife."

Cedric froze, his brain taking a second to catch up. His mouth went dry, and the words he’d been about to say stuck in his throat. His wife? He blinked, trying to make sense of what Evander had just said.

This woman is Evander’s wife?