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

carried out boxes, loading

Rosita's bedroom, the

mattresses being carted out, her composure

movers, her voice sharp with anger.

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

patience gone. "What's that supposed to mean, Carl? I'm one of the

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

fists, humiliation

if throwing her out wasn't enough-now Stewart wanted to make a show of discarding

a

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

polite but firm. "Ms. Lockwood, the car in the garage is also registered under Mr. Wentworth's name. I'm afraid you can't

Rosita froze.

composure finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. "How could Stewart do this to me?" she

your own ride, Ms. Lockwood. We'll

her teeth so hard her jaw shook. She yanked out her phone and called

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

she left, she shot Carl a cold, defiant

his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He took out his phone and