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 in

his cold gaze flicking over

Cedric hated that look.

a chimney today, but it still wouldn't

let out a short, bitter laugh—a sound

you think I'm

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

marriage, and you still

narrow eyes lowering. "No wonder

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

church on the coast, she asked me, 'Stewart, do you know what I've

think I remember that," Cedric replied, puzzled. "But

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

Cedric fell silent.

Stewart had already filled in all the blanks

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

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

the truth." Stewart stared out the window, his eyes

"Stewart!"

with anger. "Say that again and I'll knock some sense into you! That was your own child! Even if you don't

But Stewart didn't flinch.