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

boxes, loading

mattresses-one from Rosita's bedroom, the

being

jabbed a finger at the movers, her voice sharp with anger. "I don't

one side, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't

at him, her patience gone. "What's that supposed to mean, Carl? I'm one of the

items, and both of these have already been used. Mr. Wentworth

fists,

enough-now Stewart wanted to make a

a blatant, unforgivable

she spat, closing her eyes as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Then, turning to Daisy,

in 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 take

Rosita froze.

finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. "How could Stewart do this to me?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Doesn't he

your own ride, Ms. Lockwood. We'll wa here until

jaw shook. She yanked out her phone

up a place for her to stay and

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