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

them, movers carried out boxes, loading them onto

the items were two mattresses-one from Rosita's bedroom, the other from the room Lauren used to stay

Rosita saw the mattresses being carted out, her

sharp with anger.

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

I'm one of the top actresses

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,

balled into fists,

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

a blatant,

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

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.

Carl, unsure what to do. Rosita's composure finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled

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

jaw shook. She yanked out

resourceful, quickly lined up a place for her to

somewhere to go steadied her, and by the time she left, she shot

pulled away, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He took out his phone and dialed. "Mr.