Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The Lockwood Family Arson Shocks High Society-Again!

The Lockwood family estate fire sent shockwaves through the upper circles once more. When the police launched their investigation, they discovered, in addition to Saul and several of the family's staff, a charred, unidentified body among the ashes.

DNA tests soon confirmed the grim truth: the body belonged to Neal, the fugitive who'd been on the run for weeks.

Security footage later revealed that the arsonist was, in fact, Neal himself.

But Neal had no known grievances with the Lockwoods-so why target their home?

For days, the Lockwood family arson became the single hottest topic among Northborough's elite. With Saul dead, the head of the family title passed- undisputed—to Barrie. In just two months, Barrie had gone from an unremarkable illegitimate son to the powerful new master of the Lockwood estate.

Whispers spread through high society, suggesting Barrie was anything but simple. Some claimed everything that had happened to the Lockwoods recently had been orchestrated by Barrie himself. The story gained traction throughout the business community, and many began to treat Barrie with wary respect, if not outright suspicion.

The police, too, made Barrie a person of interest. Yet after a week of investigation, they found nothing to implicate him.

Since Neal was a career criminal, the authorities concluded that he'd set the fire for financial gain but lost control of the blaze, ultimately dying in the flames himself.

With that, the case was officially closed.

As the new head of the family, Barrie arranged a grand funeral for Saul. On the day of the service, Lauren wept uncontrollably, eventually collapsing and being rushed to the hospital.

woke up, Rosita had

"Rosita," Lauren murmured weakly.

spell hadn't been an act-she'd genuinely passed out. Sure, the show of grief was for appearances, but even

in

help but feel a trace

the report. "Mom, take a look at

and took the paper. When her eyes landed

can't

shook her head, managing a brittle smile. "Rosita, you must have picked up the wrong report. This says HIV! That's impossible...

"I didn't want to believe it either, so

"No! Impossible!"

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flashed

it have

fine. It doesn't have to get serious. Don't be scared, I'll keep your secret. I'll help

do? I waited so long for Saul to die—I thought my