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 can't recall. But I heard

Stewart were secretly married

he loves, but lately,

voice dropping to a whisper. "Mom, do you

chill run

happening-the thing she'd feared

are ruled by their baser

to be loyal, to love just one woman for

had never truly trusted any man. She liked to think all her success and luxury came from never believing in the promises of love. Back when she tangled with

be even more influential today, and

outranked the Kensingtons in Northborough, but in their eyes, she'd always be the woman who married in with a

stroke left him bedridden, her status in

Mrs. Wentworth. That would make Lauren the mother-in-law of Stewart, the heir to Northborough's richest family. She'd finally have the social standing she craved— no more bowing and scraping to

to go off without

Kensington's unborn child could not be allowed to

face composed and motherly, even as these ruthless calculations spun through her

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

Mom,” Rosita replied, her own gaze

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