Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"I'm going to find Stewart."

Rosita's face was tense, her eyes red and swollen, as if she'd been crying

moments before. "Mom, if I don't go now, Ms. Kensington is going to take Stewart from me!"

"What's going on?"

"I'll explain when I get back. Zack, get the car."

Zack hurried off to the garage to bring the car around.

Rosita rushed outside, practically throwing herself into the back seat.

As Lauren watched the car disappear down the drive, she grew increasingly uneasy. She called for a housekeeper to keep an eye on the kids, then hurried back into the house herself.

At the hospital, in Dr. Cedric Clarke's private office.

Stewart stood by the window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, inhaling silently, one drag after another.

He wasn't much of a smoker-hardly ever, really.

But since he'd walked in, he'd already finished two cigarettes.

And it hadn't even been ten minutes.

Cedric finally had enough. When Stewart reached for a third, Cedric strode over, snatched the pack from his hand, and tossed it straight into the trash.

can't smoke

his cold gaze flicking over

Cedric hated that look.

smoke yourself into a chimney today, but it

some reason, Stewart let out a short, bitter laugh—a sound closer to a sigh than

think I'm a bastard,

"Yeah, you are. I don't care how

years of marriage, and

lowering. "No wonder she asked me that

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

on the coast, she asked me,

Cedric replied, puzzled. "But

"She also lost a child I never even got to

Cedric fell silent.

things easier. Stewart had already

better that the baby didn't make it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost cruel.

is wrong with you? That was your child! Stewart, if you say anything like that again, I

just telling the truth." Stewart stared out the window, his eyes as

"Stewart!"

breaking with anger. "Say that again and I'll knock some sense

But Stewart didn't flinch.