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 stepped out of

boxes,

bedroom, the other from the room Lauren

mattresses being carted

a finger at the movers, her voice sharp with anger. "I

standing to one side, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't

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already been used. Mr. Wentworth certainly won't be keeping them. If you don't want them, we'll just have the movers dispose

into fists, humiliation burning

wasn't enough-now Stewart wanted to make a show of discarding even the mattress she

a blatant,

she spat, closing her eyes as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Then, turning to Daisy, she said tightly,

the car in the garage is also registered under Mr. Wentworth's name. I'm

Rosita froze.

broke. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. "How could Stewart do this to me?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Doesn't he care

own ride, Ms. Lockwood. We'll

shook. She yanked out

a place for her to stay and sent a driver to pick

by the time she left, she shot Carl

pulled away, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He took