Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Seeing Rosita's reaction, Lauren's heart soared with satisfaction. "Rosita, I didn't have a choice. I don't want to die. I need a lot of money for my treatment. Just think of it as repaying me for bringing you into this world and raising you."

Rosita closed her eyes, memories of her darkest nights flashing before her.

Her hand clenched at her side as she took a shaky breath. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "I understand. I'll transfer the money to you in three days." Lauren, her goal achieved, left in much better spirits.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Rosita swept the wine and fruit from the table, sending glasses and pieces scattering across the floor.

The mess of broken glass and spilled red wine bled across the carpet, looking eerily like the blood that stained the floor the night she was seventeen.

Rosita dropped to her knees and hugged her head, a guttural scream tearing from her throat.

The sound ricocheted off the walls of the media room, raw and haunting, almost inhuman.

That night, Rosita changed into a sleek black designer dress and applied flawless makeup before grabbing her purse and stepping out into the night.

Daisy was waiting for her behind the wheel.

Rosita sat silently in the backseat for the entire drive, lost in thought. Every so often, Daisy glanced at her in the rearview mirror, but Rosita's mind was miles away.

Twenty minutes later, the car turned into the driveway of the Lockwood family's new estate.

Rosita opened the car door. "Wait for me here. I won't be long."

Daisy nodded. "Alright."

Rosita stepped out, and the housekeeper was already waiting just beyond the front steps.

"Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Lockwood is upstairs. Let me show you in."

gave a

the housekeeper knocked gently. "Sir, Ms.

came

and gestured politely.

tightened her grip on her purse and

the door behind her, eyes lowered

only a small amber lamp glowing

floor-to-ceiling windows-tall, broad-shouldered, giving off an aura

her

glasses perched on his nose, the lenses glinting coldly in the

say you're Stewart's favorite

in Northborough, everyone tread

a keen interest in her. Tonight's invitation was

invoking Stewart's name

we're separated now for certain reasons,

"So, switching to your new company-was that

swallowed and forced herself

Barrie removed his glasses,

a faint

flickering across

seems the rumors are

Stewart's love

didn't notice the dangerous glint in

vel:

for me,