Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 253

Lunar Heights Estate.

Rosita flipped through the photos sent by her private investigator.

"So, you've cozied up to Gavin now?"

She let out a cold, derisive laugh. "You really can't teach an old dog new tricks, can you?"

Did Lauren really think that landing Gavin would get her away from Saul, that creepy old bastard?

“Oh, Lauren, life isn't that easy. You're the one who dragged me into the Lockwood family mess, and now you want to walk away clean? What about everything I've suffered because of you?"

Rosita pulled out her phone, found Jason's number, and dialed.

"Jason, it's me. Do you have time to meet?"

After a week of bed rest at the hospital, Briony was finally on the mend.

Dr. Warren assured her she could go home and recuperate in comfort.

She was thirteen weeks along now-officially in her second trimester. The nausea and fatigue of early pregnancy had faded, replaced by a healthy appetite and a visible glow.

On the day she was discharged, Gwendolyn White and Carney took Briony out shopping for new clothes-her old wardrobe no longer fit her growing belly.

the boutiques, making sure she was outfitted from head to toe, inside and out. James and Carney trailed quietly behind, arms

hand over her own credit card, but

is a little welcome gift from your new godparents. If you don't

you

warmly. "What's with that reaction?

it's not that.

young, it seemed fine, but now-well, things get a little lonely. If you don't mind, we'd be

laughing nearby. "Come on, Professor, you're a bargain, but Mrs.

of you," Carney said, trying—and failing to sound

that artifact restoration you finished last week? Three thousand words. On my desk

slid right off James's

'godparents,' Professor will be so happy

lit up as she squeezed Briony's hand.

gave a little

glanced his way and obediently said,

straight face, but the smile tugging at his lips

pulled a small, wrapped box from his pocket and

milestone deserves a bit of ceremony. Here,

into Briony's hands. "Take it-gifts from your

protesting and accepted it.

longer. “Alright, we're done here. Let's head