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.

must be mistaken about something. Let me

Carl replied, his tone flat. "Mr. Wentworth has put me fully in charge

Rosita's face drained of color. She swayed unsteadily,

hurried to support her, worry etched across her

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

looked right through her, unmoved. "Ms. Lockwood,

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

be... Did he mean the phone call she

Stewart know

he wanted

must have misunderstood

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

as

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

not the time to bargain. If

make Stewart resent her

I have a lot to pack. Carl, could I have a day to get my things

Wentworth anticipated

you to

difficult for you

alone-that's why I've brought

me. Don't

belongs to you will be carefully packed. You're

was a

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

inside her, but she

Regret flooded her.

She'd been too reckless.