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.

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

and Stewart were secretly married for

I'm the only one he loves, but lately, the way he acts...

a whisper. "Mom, do you think Stewart might be falling

a chill

finally happening-the thing she'd feared

really are ruled by their

them to be loyal, to love just

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 Malcolm Kensington, it was his ability and the Kensington

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

be the woman who

her status in the Lockwood household slipped lower and lower

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 a

Kensington's unborn child could not

and motherly, even as these

hugged Rosita tightly, her voice gentle but her eyes flashing cold. "Don't worry, Rosita. I won't let anyone come between you and Stewart. I promise

you, Mom,” Rosita replied, her own

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