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.

must be mistaken about something. Let me call

your time, Ms. Lockwood," Carl replied, his tone flat. "Mr. Wentworth

She swayed unsteadily, her slender frame on the verge of

hurried to support her, worry etched

her eyes shimmering with tears. "How could Stewart do

right through her, unmoved. "Ms. Lockwood, I think

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

be... Did he mean the phone call she

Stewart know

he wanted her

Stewart must

Ms. Lockwood. Mr. Wentworth's orders are

clenched as she

and speaking this way, then there was no room

not the time to bargain.

Stewart resent her

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

Wentworth anticipated it

you to

difficult for you

alone-that's why I've brought

with me.

that belongs to you will be carefully

was a blatant

be so ruthless-cutting her off with no room

twisted inside her, but she

Regret flooded her.

She'd been too reckless.

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