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

Stewart were secretly married for five

only one he loves, but lately, the way he acts... I'm

dropping to a whisper. "Mom, do you think

chill run through

finally happening-the thing

ruled

to be loyal, to

liked to think all her success and luxury came from never believing in the promises of love. Back when she tangled with Malcolm Kensington, it was his ability and the Kensington family's standing

hadn't died, the Kensingtons would be even more influential today, and she'd be Mrs. Kensington-not Saul Lockwood's second

she'd always be the woman

her status in the Lockwood household slipped

Stewart and officially becoming Mrs. Wentworth. That would make Lauren the mother-in-law of Stewart, the heir to Northborough's

off without a

unborn child could not be allowed

composed and motherly, even as these ruthless

I won't let anyone come between you and Stewart. I promise you'll have

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