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.

you can't smoke

scowled, his cold gaze flicking over

Cedric hated that look.

yourself into a chimney today, but it still wouldn't change

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

think I'm a

are. I don't care how many excuses

of marriage, and you still

narrow eyes lowering. "No

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

church on the coast, she asked me, 'Stewart, do you

that," Cedric replied, puzzled. "But

his eyes as his voice tightened, "She also lost a child

Cedric fell silent.

made things easier. Stewart had already filled in all the

make it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost cruel. "Maybe that was for the

you? That was your child! Stewart, if you say anything like that

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

"Stewart!"

anger. "Say that again and I'll knock some sense into you! That was your

But Stewart didn't flinch.