Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 357

Seeing Rosita's reaction, Lauren's heart soared with satisfaction. "Rosita, I didn't have a choice. I don't want to die. I need a lot of money for my treatment. Just think of it as repaying me for bringing you into this world and raising you."

Rosita closed her eyes, memories of her darkest nights flashing before her.

Her hand clenched at her side as she took a shaky breath. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "I understand. I'll transfer the money to you in three days." Lauren, her goal achieved, left in much better spirits.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Rosita swept the wine and fruit from the table, sending glasses and pieces scattering across the floor.

The mess of broken glass and spilled red wine bled across the carpet, looking eerily like the blood that stained the floor the night she was seventeen.

Rosita dropped to her knees and hugged her head, a guttural scream tearing from her throat.

The sound ricocheted off the walls of the media room, raw and haunting, almost inhuman.

That night, Rosita changed into a sleek black designer dress and applied flawless makeup before grabbing her purse and stepping out into the night.

Daisy was waiting for her behind the wheel.

Rosita sat silently in the backseat for the entire drive, lost in thought. Every so often, Daisy glanced at her in the rearview mirror, but Rosita's mind was miles away.

Twenty minutes later, the car turned into the driveway of the Lockwood family's new estate.

Rosita opened the car door. "Wait for me here. I won't be long."

Daisy nodded. "Alright."

Rosita stepped out, and the housekeeper was already waiting just beyond the front steps.

"Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Lockwood is upstairs. Let me show you in."

gave a

master bedroom, the housekeeper knocked gently. "Sir,

in," came

the door and gestured

her grip on her purse and

closed the door behind

bedroom was dim, only a small amber lamp

silhouetted by the floor-to-ceiling windows-tall, broad-shouldered, giving off an aura that

heart pounded, her voice shaky. "B-Brother

his nose, the lenses glinting

say you're Stewart's favorite woman.

caught Rosita off guard, but in Northborough,

first meeting, Barrie had shown a keen interest in her. Tonight's invitation was hardly

Stewart's

Stewart for years. Even though we're separated now for certain

"So, switching to your new

and forced

Barrie removed his glasses,

a faint

across his

seems the rumors are

Stewart's love

the dangerous glint

vel:

for

glasses in his hand. "If Stewart loves