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

out boxes, loading them onto

the other from the room Lauren used

Rosita saw the mattresses being carted out, her

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

an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't want

to mean, Carl? I'm one of the top actresses in the country-do you really think

don't misunderstand, Ms. Lockwood. Mattresses are personal items, and both of these have already been used. Mr. Wentworth certainly

hands balled into fists, humiliation burning in

wasn't enough-now Stewart wanted to make

a blatant,

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

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

Rosita froze.

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

arrange for your own ride, Ms. Lockwood. We'll wa here

teeth so hard her jaw shook.

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

knowledge that she had somewhere to go steadied her, and by the time she left, she shot Carl a cold, defiant glare, holding her

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