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.

...

later, Rosita and Daisy stepped out of the

movers carried out boxes, loading them onto a waiting

two mattresses-one from Rosita's bedroom, the other from the

Rosita saw the mattresses being carted out, her composure finally

jabbed a finger at the movers, her voice sharp with anger. "I don't want that mattress anymore! You don't

raised an eyebrow. "Are

gone. "What's that supposed to mean, Carl? I'm one of the top actresses in the

remained 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 want them, we'll just have the movers dispose of

hands balled into fists, humiliation burning in her

enough-now Stewart wanted to make a show of discarding even

a

them out," she spat, closing her eyes as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Then,

in again, polite but firm. "Ms. Lockwood, the car in the garage is also registered under Mr. Wentworth's name. I'm afraid

Rosita froze.

unsure what to do. Rosita's composure finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled down

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

shook. She yanked out

a place for her

the time she left, she shot Carl a cold, defiant glare, holding her head high as she