Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and Rosita lowered her head, finally letting out a silent sigh of relief.

Stewart stood by the door, his expression icy and unreadable, eyes dark with something unspoken.

Rosita glanced up at him, uncertain what was going through his mind.

"Stewart?" she ventured.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked at her.

"Ms. Kensington only said those harsh things because she was worried. Please don't be upset," Rosita said gently, trying to smooth things over. "Right now, all we can hope is that Ms. Hudson is found soon. It's almost the holidays, and Ms. Hudson, she..."

"Yesterday," Stewart cut her off, his tone cold as he fixed her with an unblinking stare, "did you and Julia really not say anything to each other?"

Rosita froze, caught off guard by his probing gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Stewart, what are you implying... Are you accusing me?"

His eyes narrowed as he studied her seemingly innocent face. "Just answer the question: did you say anything to Julia?"

"I..." Rosita instinctively took a step back, panic flickering across her features.

Stewart was a lawyer, and had studied psychology. Rosita knew better than to keep denying it—if he was asking, it meant he already suspected her. If she kept insisting she was innocent, he'd only become more guarded with her in the future. Her eyes reddened with emotion. "I'm sorry. She asked me directly who Irwin's real parents were... I... I couldn't bring myself to lie."

At her confession, Stewart's expression turned even colder. "Rosita, before you came back, you promised me you wouldn't reveal Irwin's identity."

Rosita froze.

where I draw the line," Stewart said, his voice like ice. "You crossed it this time. I think

I didn't mean to tell her.

Rosita." Stewart had already turned away, walking over to the floor-to- ceiling window with

wasn't interested in hearing any more

the outline of his shoulders. Tears slid down her cheeks as she finally turned and headed for the

her legs gave

in alarm, rushing over.

stopped in his tracks, then strode quickly over and knelt to scoop Rosita

the car. We're going to the

emergency treatment, Rosita's condition stabilized and she was transferred to a

came by as soon as he

hallway, looking tense and

door to Rosita's room. "You know, after all these years of treatment, I'm surprised Rosita's health

didn't reply. "Julia's missing," he said

in surprise. "Wait-how did

mean, how did I hear about it?" Stewart frowned, studying Cedric with a searching