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.

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

Kensington and Stewart were secretly married for five years.

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

voice dropping to a whisper. "Mom, do you think

chill

finally happening-the thing

ruled

be loyal, to love just one woman

liked to think all her success and luxury came from never believing in the promises

died, the Kensingtons would be even more influential today, and she'd be

eyes, she'd always be the woman who married in with a daughter from another man. The family elders had never

status in the Lockwood household slipped lower and

Rosita marrying Stewart and officially becoming Mrs. Wentworth. That would make Lauren the mother-in-law of Stewart, the heir to

to go off without a hitch. Nothing

child could not be allowed

her face composed and motherly, even as

eyes flashing cold. "Don't worry, Rosita. I won't let anyone come between you and Stewart. I promise you'll have the perfect

replied, her own gaze

of warmth and closeness- though