Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Rosita studied the child in front of her.

His skin was pale, those dark eyes watching her quietly. He couldn't have been more than three years old, but it was already obvious this boy was going to grow up handsome.

Still, there was something oddly familiar about him...

Rosita's gaze drifted to Garry.

He caught her looking, lifted one dark eyebrow. "What are you staring at?"

She smiled a little. "Just trying to see if the little one looks like you."

Garry's lips quirked. "He's still so small. Hard to tell, isn't it?"

Rosita gave a diplomatic answer. "You two do share the same eyes and brows."

"People keep saying that," Garry said with a small laugh, and carried Mario over to the couch.

Little Mario nestled quietly in Garry's arms. He was a slight child, with a cool, porcelain complexion and hair that, while dark, caught the light with a hint of chestnut.

At that moment, Pandora entered the room, two women trailing behind her, both in their forties.

"Ms. Lockwood, these are the nannies who'll be looking after Mario," Pandora announced, her tone formal. "From now on, they'll be living here to help you raise him."

Rosita turned to the women, who immediately offered polite curtsies. "Good afternoon, ma'am."

glanced back at Pandora. She'd seen Pandora a few times before-Garry's right hand

But the truth was, she didn't care how many women

were.

a transaction, plain and simple. He needed someone to play mother to his child; she needed his power

on hand, she wouldn't even have to care for the child herself. As far as deals went,

and sat beside Garry, her gaze softening as she looked at the boy. "Mario, I'm your mom now," she said gently. "From now on, it'll be you, me, and your dad.

at

pressured to

I've never looked after a child

her a sidelong glance. "You really haven't spent much time with kids." She

been four years," Garry continued, his tone dry. "Do you even remember

Rosita went pale. "I..."

to Northborough-are you doing it for your

"Garry, I know you're only helping me because of Randolph. Stewart and you, you're both men who value loyalty.

could hear you now, I'm sure

frowned, fingers clenching slightly in

leave on a business trip for a couple of days, but it worked out- James, Carney, and Gwendolyn

around to look after little Nina, Briony could

years, Briony-working under the name Leilani-had entered several international art competitions, taken home multiple awards, and