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."

seen Pandora a few times before-Garry's right hand for years now, competent and attractive enough that Garry rarely traveled without

could never quite believe there was truly nothing between them. But the truth was,

were.

a transaction, plain and simple. He needed someone

to care for the child herself. As far as deals went, she wasn't getting

looked at the boy. "Mario, I'm your mom now," she said gently. "From now on, it'll be you, me, and your dad. We'll

stared at

feel pressured to make him

never looked after a child this young. Maybe I'm just making him

haven't spent

dry. "Do

Rosita went pale. "I..."

to go back to Northborough-are you doing it

Stewart isn't what you think," she whispered, voice tight with hurt. "Garry, I know you're only helping me because of Randolph. Stewart and you,

eyes were dark, unreadable. "If Randolph could hear you

fingers clenching slightly in her

on a business trip for a couple of days, but it worked out- James, Carney, and Gwendolyn White had all come to

after little Nina, Briony could leave with

Briony-working under the name Leilani-had entered several international art competitions, taken