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. "Fun, isn't

stare locked on the blood

seen

calm down. You

tears

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

could only

on earth is

Rosita's eyes rolled back. She collapsed, limp as a rag doll, and hit the floor

"Rosita!"

was too

Instead, she phoned Bill.

arrived at the hotel minutes later, a private doctor

doorbell rang.

by Rosita's

answer wrist only to feel

grabbed from behind.

around. Somehow, Rosita had woken

back down. "Don't move. I

"I don't need a doctor! Go tell Bill I'm

just tied a scarf around it to stop

at her injury. "It's nothing. Just a

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