Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Lauren didn't say another word—she just headed straight upstairs.

Rosita watched her go, taking in the exaggerated sway of Lauren's hips with open contempt.

Who's the latest sugar daddy she's trying to reel in now?

With a cold snort, Rosita turned and left the villa. "Zack, bring the car around. We're going to the station."

...

Upstairs in her room, Lauren opened her contacts and hit redial.

The call was picked up almost immediately. "Mrs. Lockwood."

"Mr. Prescott, sorry—I'd just put my phone in my purse and didn't see your call.”

"No trouble," Gavin replied, his voice calm and low. "The table's reserved. Should

I send a driver for you, or...?"

"Just text me the suite number. I'll get there myself."

"Of course."

He hung up, and a moment later, Gavin sent the address through.

Lauren read the message, a sly smile curling at her lips. She turned and disappeared into her walk-in closet.

Police Station.

Rosita had requested to see her brother as family.

visitation room, she and Quentin sat across from

with tears. "What's

her, his brown eyes reflecting the fragile innocence on her face.

hold back sobs. "Everyone's saying you're the one who hurt Dr. Joyner, but I don't believe it. You could never do something

Quentin didn't answer.

tears spilling over. "Quentin, no matter what anyone else says, you'll always be the one I trust most in this world. Even if everyone turns against

flickering in his

"You saved me when I

her, frozen in

always saying what a wonderful uncle you are, how you took care of Mom. He says when he grows up, he wants to be just like you

above a whisper. "Irwin will grow up strong, Stewart will take care of us, and you don't have to worry about

Quentin's expression flickered.

as if he'd

I'll never meet anyone who treats me the way you have." Rosita cut him off gently. "But that seventeen-year-old girl you saved? She's all grown up now. She's happy. Before long, she'll be Stewart's bride, and she'll have the life you always wanted

breathe, his pupils trembling. "Am I really that important to

looked him straight in the eye, her tone unwavering. “You're

ragged. His hands, clasped together on

his head, as if coming to a decision, and let out

in this life was enough for me." He looked

of satisfaction in her eyes, though her face remained sweetly

with the investigation,

and I know you'll

gentle smile.

stay a

in, firm but polite. "Ms.

"I'll come see you

waved. "Be

gave him a bright, reassuring smile. "I will, Quentin. I promise I'll