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.

at Carl. "Stewart must be mistaken about something. Let

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

face drained of color. She swayed unsteadily, her

hurried to support her, worry etched

"How could Stewart do this to me? Has he

unmoved. "Ms. Lockwood, I think you know

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

mean the phone call she made

Stewart know

that why he wanted

Stewart must have

no use telling me, Ms. Lockwood. Mr. Wentworth's orders

clenched as she looked

aide. If he was here, and speaking this way, then there was no room left

to bargain. If she

Stewart resent

shaky breath and steadied herself. "I understand. But I have a lot to pack.

anticipated

you to

difficult for you to

alone-that's why I've brought

me. Don't

will be carefully packed.

a

imagined Stewart could be so ruthless-cutting her off with no room for

twisted inside her, but she understood-she had

Regret flooded her.

She'd been too reckless.

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