Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

After Lauren Lynn finally coaxed Irwin Wentworth to sleep, she made her way downstairs.

Stewart Wentworth had already left. On the living room sofa, Rosita Lockwood sat alone, her soft sobs barely audible in the quiet house.

Lauren frowned and hurried over.

"Rosita, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting down beside her. "Why are you crying? Where's Stewart? Did you two have a fight?"

Rosita shook her head.

"Then what are you upset about?” Lauren pulled a few tissues from the box and gently wiped away her tears. "Weren't you two just picking out wedding invitations? That's supposed to be a happy thing. So why the tears?"

"Mom..." Rosita suddenly threw her arms around Lauren, clinging to her. "I just feel like Stewart doesn't love me the way he used to."

Lauren froze for a second. "Don't be silly. You're about to get married! Stop letting your imagination run wild."

"I'm not imagining things," Rosita sniffled, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and helplessness. "He's always so busy lately. Even when he's home, he seems distracted, like his mind is somewhere else."

But beneath that pitiful exterior-where Lauren couldn't see-Rosita's eyes gleamed with calculation and bitter resentment.

"Mom, I lost my memory. There's so much I can't recall. But I heard Irwin mention

Kensington and Stewart were secretly

he loves, but lately,

dropping to a whisper. "Mom, do

chill run through

it's finally happening-the thing

are ruled by

men-expecting them to be loyal, to love just one woman

never believing in the promises of love. Back when she tangled with Malcolm Kensington, it was his

more influential today, and she'd be Mrs. Kensington-not Saul Lockwood's

eyes, she'd always be the woman who married in

him bedridden, her status in the Lockwood household slipped lower and lower

Stewart, the heir to Northborough's richest family. She'd finally have the social standing she

without

could

her face composed and motherly, even as these ruthless calculations spun

her eyes flashing cold. "Don't worry, Rosita. I won't let anyone come between you and Stewart. I promise

Rosita replied, her own gaze turning