Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Bill looked utterly helpless. "Come on, Rosita, you called me out of the blue saying you needed a place to stay. I did my best just try to make do for now, okay?"

"I don't care!" Rosita shot back, jaw clenched. "I want a hotel. A presidential suite!"

Bill arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? With your current popularity, you'd have to book a five-star hotel those suites go for, what, ten grand a night? Do you even have that kind of money right now?"

Rosita fell silent, lips pressed tight.

"Just bear with it a little," Bill said, unfazed. "I already called a cleaning service; they'll be here this afternoon. After a good scrub, the place will be perfectly comfortable. Trust me."

Rosita glared daggers at him.

Unbothered, Bill gave her a zen-like pat on the shoulder. "It's only temporary. Take some time, get yourself together. You don't have any events coming up anyway— think of this as a little retreat. Gotta run, I've got things to do."

And with that, he slipped out the door before she could protest.

Rosita stared at the drab apartment, seething. She was ready to explode, but with Daisy still there, all she could do was grit her teeth and hold it in.

Daisy tried to reassure her. "Don't worry, Rosita. You're amazing-this is just a rough patch. Take a seat, relax. I'll handle your things."

Rosita looked at Daisy, closed her eyes, and let her voice soften. "Thank you, Daisy. I never expected you'd be the only one to truly stand by me."

the ones in the wrong, Rosita! I know you'll bounce back-talent always finds its place.

faint smile. "Let's

flashed her

had no patience for Daisy's naive pep talk. Glancing

need to head out for a bit. Can you

"Of course."

her

was filled

way to the Kensington

meteoric success in the music competition had brought the whole Kensington family into the

the songs Ottilie performed weren't written by Rosita, but by Briony. The entire family believed Rosita

naturally, Rosita was now treated like

family matriarch, known for her old-fashioned preference for the boys-had done a complete about-face. Melody, who'd always been

sent the Kensington Group's already shaky finances into a tailspin. Madeline was nothing but disappointed in

arrived, the whole family rolled out the red carpet. After all, through Melody, Ottilie and Rosita were first cousins—a fact

"Such a good girl,