Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 225

Rosita's tears slipped down her cheeks as she tilted her chin up, gazing at Quentin with a plaintive, fragile look. "You're the only one who can help me now," she pleaded.

Quentin's Adam's apple bobbed as he locked his deep brown eyes on Rosita's tear-reddened ones. "What do you want me to do?"

"Briony's taken Stewart from me... and now she's after my son, too..."

Rosita's voice was meek, almost innocent, but her words dripped with venom.

"I know I can't outmaneuver her, but I can't just let it go. She stole the most important people in my life-so I want her to feel my pain. I want everyone she cares about to leave her, one by one. I want her to know what it feels like to be utterly alone."

Quentin frowned. "The only people she truly relies on now are Stella and James. James has government connections and an influential family-you can't touch him."

He paused, then added, "Stella's been spending time with Cedric Clarke lately. If I go after her, Cedric will do whatever it takes to protect her. I don't think I could get past him."

"I know, I know I'm asking a lot..." Rosita shifted, climbing onto the hospital bed on her knees. Her delicate body inched closer, her voice trembling. "But... what if it looked like an accident?"

"What are you saying?"

"I heard there's a medical outreach trip to the mountains next month-Stella's on the team, isn't she?"

"That's meant to boost the hospital's reputation. If something happened to a staff member during the trip, it'd be a disaster for us. And Cedric Clarke is going to be there too."

"But it's the rainy season, the terrain up there is dangerous. If there's a storm and someone gets hurt... well, wouldn't that just be an unfortunate accident?"

Rosita leaned in, her tearful eyes wide with helplessness. "You've always said you wanted to see me happy, haven't you?"

As she spoke, her breath danced across Quentin's neck. He clenched his jaw, took a step back, fighting to keep control. "Rosita, you don't have to do this. I do want you to be happy, but... I don't have feelings for you like that."

Rosita's lips curled into a smile. She didn't press her body fully against his, but the space between them was barely more than a breath.

her eyes glinting slyly like a fox who knew exactly how to ensnare its prey. "But you've always looked out for me, cared for me. Shouldn't I give you something in return... make

traced down Quentin's chest, slipping lower to the waistband of

Quentin's breathing grew ragged.

Click-

belt buckle came

stiffened, eyes closing

a flicker of disgust

...

an hour later, the hospital

pulling the door shut behind him. He glanced around the hallway, face unreadable-though a shadow of what just happened still lingered in

moment,

Rosita went straight to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and scrubbed her

water echoed

lips curved into a faint

Briony finally

to deliver it, Mr. and Mrs. Chadwick were overwhelmed to see the dress looking as beautiful as the day it was

Chadwick took Briony's hands, brimming with gratitude. "Ms. Kensington, you're so young, yet you have the heart and skill of a true craftswoman. That's a rare

the kindly woman. "You flatter

the end, Briony only accepted payment for Lydia's hours and the

pay so little, but Briony insisted— she wouldn't take a penny

true value of her work. Instead, he handed Briony a business card embossed in gold- a mark

Kensington, if you ever need anything at all, just call this number. Whatever you

received Mr.

accepted it with both hands, nodding earnestly. "Thank you,

that you've accepted it, my wife and I can rest

at the couple before her, Briony felt a genuine warmth toward

in the days