Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 387

Chapter 394

A loud crash split the air-her phone shattered against the floor.

Rosita dropped to a crouch, clutching her head, a piercing scream ripping from her throat.

She was seventeen again: blood, pain, those nightmarish memories flashing

before her eyes-

"Lauren, I hate you! I hate you!"

Her screams were raw, guttural, as she yanked at her own hair, desperate for any sensation to drown out the chaos in her mind. But the pain from her scalp barely scratched the surface of her unraveling nerves.

She jerked her head up, wild eyes darting around the room.

Suddenly, she lunged toward the bar. Her hands closed around a vase, and she hurled it to the floor with all her strength.

Smash!

Porcelain exploded, shards skittering across the hardwood.

A feverish light flickered in Rosita's eyes. She darted over, snatched up a jagged piece, and dragged it across her forearm.

"Rosita!"

Daisy's shriek cut through the madness as she rushed over, grabbing Rosita's wrist. But she was too late. Crimson poured from the wound, spilling down Rosita's arm.

sound.

on the blood streaming from her arm. She looked almost

hands trembled as she clung to Rosita. She'd never seen her like this, never imagined she

down. You

in an instant; tears welled in her eyes

sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear, I didn't mean it. Please-I'm so sorry.

only stare,

earth is

could react, Rosita's eyes rolled back. She collapsed, limp as a rag doll,

"Rosita!"

was too scared to call

Instead, she phoned Bill.

minutes later,

rang.

by Rosita's

only

grabbed from behind.

spun around. Somehow,

"Don't

darkened. "I don't need a doctor! Go

cleaned. I just tied

her injury. "It's nothing.

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