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.

nightmare; now, with pancreatic cancer piled on top, the last three months had reduced her to a shell of her former self. She was out of money and thought

hospital about Rosita's return

Rosita was back, and maybe, just maybe, Lauren wouldn't have

had even changed her number

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

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

like that, Rosita could snap her fingers and get

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

the sofa

get you

overseas for four years, but the moment she's back

to me. I'm

to you? She can't even be bothered to care that her own

got back-she was out of the spotlight for so long, and coming back has been tough. The studio gave all her roles to the newer starlets, but her contract isn't up yet, so she

husband's Garry! You think a man like that would let

sighed. "Ms. Lynn, you might not know this, but Rosita's marriage