Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

It was past midnight when the car rolled into Lunar Heights Estate.

A sleek black Bentley was already parked in the driveway.

Rosita's face hardened the moment she caught sight of the license plate.

The Bentley's window slid down, and Garry's piercing gaze found her in the shadows.

Rosita tightened her grip on her purse.

"Daisy, pull into the garage and go inside ahead of me."

Daisy nodded. "Sure."

Rosita stepped out of the car and shut the door behind her.

Garry had already gotten out. He leaned against his car, lighting a cigar with practiced ease.

In the dim light, his lips curled around the cigar, eyes narrowed in that familiar, almost contemptuous way as he regarded Rosita.

She met his stare, her voice soft. "Have you been waiting long?"

Garry took the cigar between his fingers. "Where were you?"

"I went to see the Lockwoods," Rosita answered quietly.

She knew better than to lie to him outright. Garry's background with the peacekeeping forces and his connections on both sides of the law meant he could track her every move if he wanted to. The safest lies were always half-truths.

me." Rosita kept her voice low. "I don't have that kind of money,

"Barrie?" Garry's brow arched.

"Yeah."

"He agreed?"

"He's actually quite

that, Garry gave a short, cold laugh. "Rosita, you really think you don't

She froze, caught off-guard.

the drama. "I came here

"What is it?"

week is Randolph's

mind went blank

She'd completely forgotten.

sharpened. "You really didn't

"Did

past, I was always abroad, so I had an excuse not to go. But this arm here

hesitated, careful, "only Stewart knows

looked genuinely surprised. "You

"Stewart's never taken me

"Stewart is

catching. Don't blame him. I think he just didn't want me dwelling on the pain of losing Randolph. Maybe that's why he kept it

Stewart," Garry said, his tone brooking no argument.

know where Randolph

her head.