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."

a quiet

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

came the

door and gestured politely.

her grip on her purse

housekeeper closed the door behind her,

only a small amber lamp glowing on

broad-shouldered, giving off an aura that was both

heart pounded, her voice shaky. "B-Brother

perched on his nose, the lenses glinting coldly in the

say you're Stewart's favorite woman.

Rosita off guard, but in Northborough, everyone tread carefully

a keen

Stewart's name could

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

switching to your new company-was

forced herself to

Barrie removed his glasses,

a faint

flickering across his

seems the rumors are

love for you

notice the dangerous

vel:

"Stewart truly cares for me, and I love him,