Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Have you heard of Irwin?" Rosita asked, her voice as innocent as ever. "He's the son Stewart and I had five years ago. Back then, my career was taking off, and Stewart didn't want me to lose momentum because of a baby-so this was the solution we came up with."

She looked at Ms. Hudson, wide-eyed and guileless. "Ms. Hudson, you've really misunderstood me. I'm not the other woman. Stewart and I grew up together— we've loved each other for years. Your daughter? She's not the wife, not really. She's just someone we asked to raise our child for us. Nothing more than a caretaker."

Julia stared at Rosita, eyes wide in disbelief.

"This can't be..." Julia shook her head, her voice trembling. "I don't believe you. Bryn would never be that foolish! If she was just taking care of your child, then why would she..."

Why would she let herself get pregnant?

Her Bryn couldn't be that naïve.

Clutching her aching chest, Julia struggled to breathe. “No. I don't believe it. I need to go home and talk to Bryn..."

She turned and stumbled toward the door.

"Ms. Hudson." Rosita darted forward and caught Julia's arm. "Don't rush off just yet. There's something else you should know."

tight, leaning in to whisper in Julia's

Julia froze mid-struggle.

smiled sweetly as Julia's eyes widened in horror. "Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Rosita. Lauren Lynn? She's

by lightning.

pointed at

pulled up a video-the one from yesterday, showing Briony kneeling at the Kensingtons' front

for your treatment-let herself be humiliated for your sake. Even

drifted to the phone, where the video played: Briony forced to her knees by Mack, her head pressed to

being ripped apart. She couldn't watch another second. Turning blindly, she staggered out of the

returned from his

the table, frowned, and turned to Rosita. "Did she say anything before

the sofa, looked up

between you and Ms. Kensington, but she wouldn't listen. She just dropped off the

nodded and said nothing