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

were secretly married for five

one he loves, but lately, the way he

"Mom, do you think Stewart

felt a chill run through

happening-the thing she'd feared

really are ruled by their baser

them to be loyal, to love just

had never truly trusted any man. She liked to think all her success and luxury came from never believing in the promises of love. Back when she tangled

would be even more influential today, and she'd be Mrs.

the Lockwoods now outranked the Kensingtons in Northborough, but in their eyes, she'd always be the woman who

in the Lockwood household slipped lower

Lauren the mother-in-law of Stewart, the

to go off without a hitch. Nothing could

Kensington's unborn child could not be allowed

composed and motherly, even as these ruthless

her eyes flashing cold. "Don't worry, Rosita. I won't let

you, Mom,” Rosita replied, her own