Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Daisy had barely reached the first floor when she spotted Lauren.

"Ms. Lynn." Daisy stepped forward, blocking Lauren's path. "You can't go upstairs right now. Rosita's working."

"All she does is work!" Lauren's face, pale and drawn, twisted with visible spite. "I'm practically dying and she doesn't even care?!"

Daisy tried to soothe her gently. "Let's not get upset, Ms. Lynn. You look unwell- why don't you let me help you to the sofa?"

Truth be told, Lauren was in agony. Even the short walk from the garden had left her drenched in sweat.

Pancreatic cancer was excruciating.

The pain was relentless-it stole her sleep, her appetite, and any shred of comfort she had left.

She needed money, and a lot of it, to stay alive.

Gavin Prescott had disappeared. Her savings were long gone.

Rosita had been abroad for four years, completely out of reach.

When the diagnosis came three months ago, Lauren felt as if the sky was crashing down on her.

piled on top, the last three months had reduced her to a shell of

report in the hospital about Rosita's return from

and maybe, just maybe, Lauren wouldn't have to worry about

Rosita hadn't reached out, and had

it painfully clear: she didn't want anything to do with her

the end, but Garry was the head of

Rosita could snap her fingers and get any amount of

had given birth to Rosita. That meant Rosita owed her she was supposed to take care of her mother,

sofa

get you a glass of warm

her with faint disdain. "She's been overseas for four years, but the moment she's

politely. "Rosita's always been good to me.

bothered to care that her own mother's dying of cancer,

the spotlight for so long, and coming back has been tough. The studio gave all her roles to the newer starlets,

you trying to fool? Her husband's Garry! You think a

"Ms. Lynn, you might not know this, but Rosita's marriage isn't as happy as it