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.

know you can't smoke in a

cold

Cedric hated that look.

into a chimney today, but it still

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

I'm a bastard,

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

of marriage, and you still let

lowering. "No wonder she asked

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

asked me, 'Stewart, do you

I think I remember that," Cedric replied,

his eyes as his voice tightened, "She also lost a child I never even got to

Cedric fell silent.

made things easier. Stewart had already filled in all the blanks

baby didn't make it." Stewart's voice

you out of your mind? What the hell is wrong with you? That was your child! Stewart,

the window, his eyes as

"Stewart!"

sense into you! That was your own child! Even if

But Stewart didn't flinch.