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.

on top, the last three months had reduced her to a shell of her former self. She was out of money and thought she'd just have to

she saw a news report in the hospital about Rosita's return from overseas, Lauren felt both

maybe, just maybe, Lauren wouldn't have

and had even changed her number in

she didn't want anything to do with her

have married into the Wentworths in the end, but Garry was the head of Westenmarch's

husband like that, Rosita could snap her fingers and get

meant Rosita owed her she was supposed

sofa and

get you a

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

to me. I'm just happy to be

to care that her own

got back-she was out of the spotlight for so long, and coming

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

know this, but Rosita's marriage isn't as