Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 390

Carl watched as Rosita's face darkened, his expression never wavering from its polite professionalism. "This diamond," he said, voice measured and calm, "was custom-commissioned at great expense by Mr. Wentworth. It has always belonged to someone else. You've had it long enough, Ms. Lockwood. It's time to return it."

Rosita clenched her jaw, fury simmering in her eyes, but she knew she had no choice.

She strode over to the safe and retrieved a velvet jewelry box, deep blue and elegant.

Carl took it from her, opening it to check the contents.

Inside lay the diamond, dazzling and flawless-a rare natural stone from South Africa, one of a kind, worth a fortune.

He pulled on a pair of white gloves and lifted the diamond for inspection, turning it carefully under the light.

Etched on the inside were two letters: BK.

Satisfied it was genuine, Carl placed the diamond back in the box and closed the lid with a quiet snap.

He nodded coolly at Rosita. "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Lockwood."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, the box in hand.

Rosita stood there, her face twisted with barely contained rage.

...

and Daisy

carried out boxes, loading them onto a waiting

mattresses-one from Rosita's bedroom, the other

saw the mattresses being

movers, her voice sharp with anger. "I don't want that mattress anymore! You don't

eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't want it,

to mean, Carl? I'm one of the top

Ms. Lockwood. Mattresses are personal items, and both of these have already been used. Mr. Wentworth certainly won't be keeping them. If you don't want them, we'll just have the movers

balled into fists, humiliation burning in

wasn't enough-now Stewart wanted to make

a blatant, unforgivable

her eyes as she struggled to keep her temper

but firm. "Ms. Lockwood, the car in the

Rosita froze.

finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled

spoke quietly. "You're welcome to arrange for your own ride, Ms. Lockwood. We'll wa here until your

shook. She yanked out her phone

lined up a place for her to stay and

the time she left, she shot Carl a cold, defiant glare, holding her head high as she climbed into

of his nose. He took out his phone and dialed. "Mr. Wentworth, Ms. Lockwood