Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Irwin," Jeannie said, glancing at him, "I think there's something wrong with your mother. Go to the nurses' station and get someone, quickly."

Worried about Rosita, Irwin nodded at once and dashed out of the room to find a nurse.

As soon as he left, Jeannie quietly locked the door behind him.

She crossed the room and gave Rosita's cheek a gentle slap.

Rosita frowned in her sleep, still trapped in some nightmare, unable to wake.

Jeannie pressed harder. "Ms. Lockwood!"

The sting snapped Rosita awake. She stared at Jeannie, still dazed, struggling to make sense of her surroundings.

"Wake up, Ms. Lockwood." Jeannie flashed her a sweet, almost innocent smile. "Now that we're alone, let's talk about Irwin, shall we?"

Rosita's brow furrowed. "What about Irwin?"

"His parentage," Jeannie replied, her eyes glinting. "Did you know you were talking in your sleep? You said Irwin's real parentage must be kept from Mr. Wentworth. I'm curious-what is Irwin's real story?"

Rosita's expression shifted instantly. "I never said that, you must have misheard."

Jeannie's eyes. "If you won't tell me, I'll just go and ask

"You wouldn't dare!"

was cold and threatening. "I care about Irwin, truly. That means I need to know everything about him. And it

pale, her hands clutching the bedsheet, head pounding

"Irwin's off fetching a nurse for me, but he'll be back any

at Jeannie, seeing her clearly for

time, you've been obsessed with Stewart, haven't

the nerve to accuse me? If we're talking about

her teeth. "Give it up, Jeannie. Stewart

or not is none of your concern," Jeannie replied

Rosita glared at her.

then, someone knocked on

I brought the nurse!

voice, Rosita's mind spun in panic. Irwin must never find

Lockwood, I suppose I should

lunged forward