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.

Carl. "Stewart must be mistaken about something. Let me call him and

Lockwood," Carl replied, his tone flat. "Mr. Wentworth has put me fully in charge of this matter-he's busy, and won't be taking your

that can't be..." Rosita's face drained of color. She swayed unsteadily, her slender frame on the

support her, worry etched across her

"How could Stewart do this to me? Has he

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

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

Did he mean the

Stewart know about

why he

must have misunderstood

Wentworth's orders are clear: you are to move

as she looked at

was here, and speaking

time to bargain. If she

only make Stewart resent

lot to pack. Carl, could I have a day to

anticipated it

you to

for

alone-that's why I've brought

me.

Everything that belongs to you will be

was a blatant

never imagined Stewart could be so ruthless-cutting her off

but

Regret flooded her.

She'd been too reckless.

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