Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 382

Chapter 389

Early the next morning.

Rosita was still tangled in dreams when a commotion downstairs yanked her back to reality.

She could just make out Daisy's startled voice rising in protest.

"What are you doing? Hey! Who are you people? You can't just come in here without permission="

Rosita's brow furrowed. The sudden noise left her head throbbing.

She dragged herself out of bed, threw on a cardigan, and opened her door, heading downstairs to see what was going on.

No sooner had she reached the first floor than Daisy rushed over, panic written on her face.

"Rosita, they're saying we have to move out!"

Rosita froze, struggling to take it in.

At the center of the commotion stood Carl, flanked by a team of movers.

One look at the scene and Rosita's heart sank.

"Carl, what is this about?"

"Ms. Lockwood," Carl said, approaching her with a stiff, impersonal expression, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following instructions."

Rosita's gaze swept over the movers in their uniforms, her face growing pale.

"Did Stewart send you?"

Carl smiled coldly. "Yes, Mr. Wentworth said that since you're now Mr. Ferguson's wife, it's no longer appropriate for you to stay in property under his name."

Rosita's fingers tightened around her cardigan.

trembled as she looked at Carl. "Stewart must be

his tone flat. "Mr. Wentworth has put me fully in charge of this matter-he's busy,

Rosita's face drained of color. She swayed unsteadily, her slender frame

hurried to support her, worry etched across

turned to Carl, her eyes shimmering with tears. "How could Stewart do this

through her, unmoved. "Ms. Lockwood, I think you know what

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

Did he mean the phone call she made to

Stewart know

why he wanted

Stewart must have

telling me, Ms. Lockwood. Mr. Wentworth's

as she looked

aide. If he was here, and speaking this way, then there was

to bargain. If she

Stewart

a lot to pack. Carl, could I have a day to get my things

anticipated

you to

for you

alone-that's why I've brought

with me. Don't worry,

will be carefully

a blatant

imagined Stewart could be so ruthless-cutting her off with no room for

inside her, but she understood-she had no

Regret flooded her.

She'd been too reckless.

She'd miscalculated.

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