Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Rosita stared at Irwin's small figure as he walked away, not a trace of motherly affection in her eyes-only thinly veiled disgust. "Just my luck to be saddled with such idiotic genes..." she muttered under her breath.

With a dismissive snort, she tore her gaze away and headed upstairs.

Lauren had been holed up in her room for ages. What on earth was she up to in there?

Rosita hated looking after children-especially Irwin, who had been more unruly than ever lately. He was driving her up the wall.

Worse still, the wedding was fast approaching. There was no way she'd let Briony's baby stick around any longer.

She had to deal with that child before the wedding. No excuses.

Rosita reached Lauren's bedroom. The door was ajar, and she raised her hand to knock-only to freeze as voices drifted out.

"Neal! I told you to get rid of Briony, but you were supposed to check with me about the timing first!"

Rosita went rigid.

Neal?

Why did that name sound familiar?

She peered through the crack in the door. Lauren sat on the bed with her back to the door. Rosita couldn't see her face, but Lauren's voice was sharp with anger.

"You picked today of all days-completely ruined everything! Briony was supposed to finalize her divorce with Stewart today, but you... I'm not blaming you, but right now Briony's perfectly fine, and you've already gotten the police involved..."

"Lay low abroad for now. I'll wire you another payment soon, but don't contact me until I reach out to you."

and, in a fit of rage, hurled her phone

for him, Briony and Stewart would have signed the divorce

door, Rosita

get divorced

eyes, fighting

her heel and retreated to her own

phone, she searched for

her surprise, she actually

was a fugitive, wanted for

knew a

Rosita's expression grew grim.

how many secrets was her dear daughter

was after eight in the evening when Briony finally woke

forward as soon as Briony's eyes fluttered open. "Ms. Kensington,

as she came to, the events of the day

fainting in front of Stewart. Then, with a jolt,

me to the hospital?" Briony's hand flew to her stomach. "My

at a private clinic now-Dr. Joyner arranged it. She asked me to tell you that Mr. Delaney woke up

tension finally draining from her shoulders. "James is safe? Thank goodness. That's

secret," Gina added gently. "Dr. Joyner wants you to stay here and rest