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.

lost my memory. There's so much I can't recall.

Ms. Kensington and Stewart were secretly

one he loves, but lately,

to a whisper. "Mom, do you think Stewart might

a chill run

happening-the thing she'd

ruled by their

loyal, to love just

the promises of love. Back when she tangled with Malcolm Kensington, it was his ability and the Kensington family's

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

outranked the Kensingtons in Northborough, but in their eyes, she'd always be the woman who married in with a daughter from another man. The

stroke left him bedridden, her status in the Lockwood household slipped

on Rosita marrying Stewart and officially becoming Mrs. Wentworth. That would make Lauren the mother-in-law of Stewart, the heir to Northborough's richest family. She'd finally have

had to go off without a hitch.

unborn child could not

even as

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

you, Mom,” Rosita replied, her own

clung to each other, a picture of warmth and closeness- though beneath the surface, both