Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 201

After Lauren Lynn finally coaxed Irwin Wentworth to sleep, she made her way downstairs.

Stewart Wentworth had already left. On the living room sofa, Rosita Lockwood sat alone, her soft sobs barely audible in the quiet house.

Lauren frowned and hurried over.

"Rosita, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting down beside her. "Why are you crying? Where's Stewart? Did you two have a fight?"

Rosita shook her head.

"Then what are you upset about?” Lauren pulled a few tissues from the box and gently wiped away her tears. "Weren't you two just picking out wedding invitations? That's supposed to be a happy thing. So why the tears?"

"Mom..." Rosita suddenly threw her arms around Lauren, clinging to her. "I just feel like Stewart doesn't love me the way he used to."

Lauren froze for a second. "Don't be silly. You're about to get married! Stop letting your imagination run wild."

"I'm not imagining things," Rosita sniffled, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and helplessness. "He's always so busy lately. Even when he's home, he seems distracted, like his mind is somewhere else."

But beneath that pitiful exterior-where Lauren couldn't see-Rosita's eyes gleamed with calculation and bitter resentment.

much I

Kensington and Stewart were secretly married for five

he loves, but lately, the way he acts...

do you think Stewart might

chill run through

happening-the thing she'd feared

really are ruled by

men-expecting them to be loyal, to love just one woman

from never believing in the promises of love. Back when she tangled

Kensingtons would be even more influential today, and she'd be Mrs. Kensington-not Saul

woman who married

Saul's stroke left him bedridden, her status in

Lauren the mother-in-law of Stewart, the heir to Northborough's

without a

could not be allowed to

even as these

gentle but her eyes flashing cold. "Don't worry, Rosita. I won't let anyone come

Mom,” Rosita replied, her own

daughter clung to each other, a picture of warmth and closeness- though