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 quiet

outside the master bedroom, the housekeeper knocked gently. "Sir, Ms. Lockwood is

in," came the

door and gestured politely. "This way,

tightened her grip on

housekeeper closed the door behind her, eyes lowered

was dim, only a small amber lamp glowing on the

broad-shouldered, giving off an

her voice

his nose, the lenses glinting coldly

favorite woman. Is that

in Northborough, everyone tread carefully around Stewart's

Barrie had shown a keen interest in her.

thought, invoking Stewart's name could still protect

with Stewart for years. Even though we're separated now for certain reasons, he still looks

arched an eyebrow. "So, switching to your

and forced herself

Barrie removed his glasses,

a faint

across

seems the rumors are

Stewart's love for you

the dangerous

vel:

pressed on. "Stewart truly cares for me, and I love him,