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.

...

and Daisy stepped out of the

them, movers carried out boxes, loading

the

the mattresses being carted out, her

her voice sharp with anger. "I don't want that mattress

side, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure

of the top actresses in the country-do you really think I can't afford a mattress when

unruffled. "Please don't misunderstand, Ms. Lockwood. Mattresses are personal items, and both of these have already been used. Mr. Wentworth certainly won't be keeping them. If you don't

balled into fists, humiliation burning

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

a blatant, unforgivable

throw them out," she spat, closing her eyes as she struggled to keep her temper

again, polite but firm. "Ms. Lockwood, the car in the garage is also registered under Mr. Wentworth's name. I'm afraid you can't

Rosita froze.

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

spoke quietly. "You're welcome to arrange for your own ride,

her teeth so hard her jaw shook. She yanked out her phone and

up a place for her to stay and sent a driver to

left, she shot Carl