Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Once Stewart picked up Irwin, Lauren grabbed her purse and headed to the hospital.

VIP suite, St. John's Hospital.

Lauren pushed open the door to the private room-

Rosita was sitting up in bed, reading.

Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a soft glow along the edge of the bed and illuminating Rosita's profile-her skin looked flawless in the morning light. Standing nearby, her personal assistant Daisy was snapping candid photos of her with a phone.

Lauren paused in the doorway, then quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She didn't want to interrupt.

Daisy finished snapping pictures and handed the phone over. "Rosita, take a look -let me know which ones you like?"

Rosita set her book aside and scrolled through the photos, her slender fingers moving deftly over the screen. After a moment, she selected a few. "These are good. Post them in a nine-photo collage, and for the caption... something like 'Peaceful days, waiting for the flowers to bloom.' And remember to disable comments."

Daisy nodded. "Got it, I'll take care of it."

Rosita looked at Daisy-a fresh-out-of-college girl, unassuming and earnest, always eager to please. She was exactly the kind of assistant Rosita liked: straightforward and reliable.

Rosita's expression softened into a warm smile. "Thank you, Daisy. You've done a great job."

Daisy blushed immediately.

two months, but she was struck by how approachable she was-so beautiful, yet never putting on airs. Even to a junior assistant, she was

fans didn't know the truth; for days now, they'd been hounding

felt a pang of sympathy

polite. This is just part of

a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're thoughtful and hardworking, but around me there's no need to be so formal. I don't stand on

at Lauren, catching the hint. "I'll leave you two alone. Let me

gently.

a polite nod, then slipped out the

quiet again as Lauren finally crossed

picked her book back up, glanced at Lauren, and asked in her usual gentle voice, "Mom, did Irwin not come with you

frowned. "Don't you

looked puzzled. "What

Briony

Rosita's face darkened, brows furrowing. "Why would the three of them

"How should I know?"

probed gently, "Rosita,