Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Early the next morning.

Rosita was still tangled in dreams when a commotion downstairs yanked her back to reality.

She could just make out Daisy's startled voice rising in protest.

"What are you doing? Hey! Who are you people? You can't just come in here without permission="

Rosita's brow furrowed. The sudden noise left her head throbbing.

She dragged herself out of bed, threw on a cardigan, and opened her door, heading downstairs to see what was going on.

No sooner had she reached the first floor than Daisy rushed over, panic written on her face.

"Rosita, they're saying we have to move out!"

Rosita froze, struggling to take it in.

At the center of the commotion stood Carl, flanked by a team of movers.

One look at the scene and Rosita's heart sank.

"Carl, what is this about?"

"Ms. Lockwood," Carl said, approaching her with a stiff, impersonal expression, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following instructions."

Rosita's gaze swept over the movers in their uniforms, her face growing pale.

"Did Stewart send you?"

Carl smiled coldly. "Yes, Mr. Wentworth said that since you're now Mr. Ferguson's wife, it's no longer appropriate for you to stay in property under his name."

Rosita's fingers tightened around her cardigan.

as she looked at Carl. "Stewart must be mistaken about something. Let me call him

need to waste your time, Ms. Lockwood," Carl replied, his tone flat. "Mr. Wentworth has

of color. She swayed unsteadily, her slender frame on

support her, worry etched

to Carl, her eyes shimmering with tears. "How could Stewart do this to me? Has he misunderstood

right through her, unmoved. "Ms. Lockwood, I think you know what

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

Did he mean the phone call she made

know about

why he wanted her

Stewart must

me, Ms. Lockwood. Mr. Wentworth's orders are clear: you are to move

as she

here, and

to bargain. If she tried to

Stewart

took a shaky breath and steadied herself. "I understand. But I have a lot to pack. Carl, could I have a day

Wentworth anticipated it

you to

difficult for you to

alone-that's why I've brought

me. Don't worry,

that belongs to you will

a

never imagined Stewart could be so ruthless-cutting her off

twisted inside her, but she understood-she had no

Regret flooded her.

She'd been too reckless.