Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Carl watched as Rosita's face darkened, his expression never wavering from its polite professionalism. "This diamond," he said, voice measured and calm, "was custom-commissioned at great expense by Mr. Wentworth. It has always belonged to someone else. You've had it long enough, Ms. Lockwood. It's time to return it."

Rosita clenched her jaw, fury simmering in her eyes, but she knew she had no choice.

She strode over to the safe and retrieved a velvet jewelry box, deep blue and elegant.

Carl took it from her, opening it to check the contents.

Inside lay the diamond, dazzling and flawless-a rare natural stone from South Africa, one of a kind, worth a fortune.

He pulled on a pair of white gloves and lifted the diamond for inspection, turning it carefully under the light.

Etched on the inside were two letters: BK.

Satisfied it was genuine, Carl placed the diamond back in the box and closed the lid with a quiet snap.

He nodded coolly at Rosita. "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Lockwood."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, the box in hand.

Rosita stood there, her face twisted with barely contained rage.

...

Rosita and Daisy stepped out

them, movers carried out boxes, loading them onto a

bedroom, the other from the room Lauren

saw the mattresses being carted out,

voice sharp with anger. "I don't want that mattress anymore! You

"Are you sure

mean, Carl? I'm one of the

personal items, and both of these have already been used. Mr. Wentworth certainly won't be keeping them.

hands balled into fists, humiliation

her out wasn't enough-now Stewart wanted to make a show of discarding

a blatant, unforgivable

spat, closing her eyes as she struggled to keep her

cut in again, polite but firm. "Ms. Lockwood, the car in the garage

Rosita froze.

Rosita's composure finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. "How could Stewart do this to me?" she

own ride, Ms. Lockwood.

shook. She yanked out her phone and

for her to stay and sent a driver to

to go steadied her, and by the time she left, she shot Carl a cold, defiant glare, holding her head high as