Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 201

After Lauren Lynn finally coaxed Irwin Wentworth to sleep, she made her way downstairs.

Stewart Wentworth had already left. On the living room sofa, Rosita Lockwood sat alone, her soft sobs barely audible in the quiet house.

Lauren frowned and hurried over.

“Rosita, what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting down beside her. “Why are you crying? Where’s Stewart? Did you two have a fight?”

Rosita shook her head.

“Then what are you upset about?” Lauren pulled a few tissues from the box and gently wiped away her tears. “Weren’t you two just picking out wedding invitations? That’s supposed to be a happy thing. So why the tears?”

“Mom…” Rosita suddenly threw her arms around Lauren, clinging to her. “I just feel like Stewart doesn’t love me the way he used to.”

Lauren froze for a second. “Don’t be silly. You’re about to get married! Stop letting your imagination run wild.”

“I’m not imagining things,” Rosita sniffled, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and helplessness. “He’s always so busy lately. Even when he’s home, he seems distracted, like his mind is somewhere else.”

But beneath that pitiful exterior—where Lauren couldn’t see—Rosita’s eyes gleamed with calculation and bitter resentment.

“Mom, I lost my memory. There’s so much I can’t recall. But I heard Irwin mention that Ms. Kensington and Stewart were secretly married for five years. Stewart keeps insisting I’m the only one he loves, but lately, the way he acts… I’m scared.”

She hesitated, voice dropping to a whisper. “Mom, do you think Stewart might be falling for Ms. Kensington?”

Lauren felt a chill run through her.

So it’s finally happening—the thing she’d feared most.

Men really are ruled by their baser instincts.

Especially powerful men—expecting them to be loyal, to love just one woman for life? Pure fantasy.

Lauren had never truly trusted any man. She liked to think all her success and luxury came from never believing in the promises of love. Back when she tangled with Malcolm Kensington, it was his ability and the Kensington family’s standing that drew her in.

If Malcolm hadn’t died, the Kensingtons would be even more influential today, and she’d be Mrs. Kensington—not Saul Lockwood’s second wife.

Sure, the Lockwoods now outranked the Kensingtons in Northborough, but in their eyes, she’d always be the woman who married in with a daughter from another man. The family elders had never truly accepted her.