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."

for her. Seeing her idol brought so low felt like a cruel joke. "They're the ones in the wrong, Rosita! I know you'll bounce back-talent always finds

faint smile.

will!" Daisy grinned and flashed her a

naive pep

for a bit. Can you finish unpacking for

"Of course."

grabbed her suitcase

was filled with

her way

whole Kensington family into the limelight. Everyone in the house doted on

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

Rosita was now treated like a star herself

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

favorite, had made a string of bad business decisions that sent the Kensington Group's already shaky finances

the whole family rolled out the red carpet. After all, through

Rosita. "Such a good girl, Rosita. Thank heavens you didn't take