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.

...

Rosita and Daisy stepped

boxes, loading them onto a

bedroom, the other from the room Lauren used to

Rosita saw the mattresses being carted out, her composure

anger. "I don't want

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

Carl? I'm one of the top

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

hands balled into fists, humiliation burning in

throwing her out wasn't enough-now Stewart wanted to make

was a blatant, unforgivable

eyes as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Then, turning to Daisy,

the car in the garage is

Rosita froze.

hovered awkwardly, looking from Rosita to Carl, unsure what to do. Rosita's composure finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. "How could Stewart do this to

arrange for your own ride,

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

resourceful, quickly lined up a place for her to

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

He took out his