Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 212

“I’m going to find Stewart.”

Rosita’s face was tense, her eyes red and swollen, as if she’d been crying moments before. “Mom, if I don’t go now, Ms. Kensington is going to take Stewart from me!”

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain when I get back. Zack, get the car.”

Zack hurried off to the garage to bring the car around.

Rosita rushed outside, practically throwing herself into the back seat.

As Lauren watched the car disappear down the drive, she grew increasingly uneasy. She called for a housekeeper to keep an eye on the kids, then hurried back into the house herself.

…

At the hospital, in Dr. Cedric Clarke’s private office.

Stewart stood by the window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, inhaling silently, one drag after another.

He wasn’t much of a smoker—hardly ever, really.

But since he’d walked in, he’d already finished two cigarettes.

And it hadn’t even been ten minutes.

Cedric finally had enough. When Stewart reached for a third, Cedric strode over, snatched the pack from his hand, and tossed it straight into the trash.

“You know you can’t smoke in a hospital!”

Stewart scowled, his cold gaze flicking over Cedric.

Cedric hated that look.

“You could smoke yourself into a chimney today, but it still wouldn’t change anything!”

For some reason, Stewart let out a short, bitter laugh—a sound closer to a sigh than real amusement.

“So you think I’m a bastard, too?”

Cedric rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you are. I don’t care how many excuses you have—five years of marriage, and you still let Briony down.”

Stewart nodded, his narrow eyes lowering. “No wonder she asked me that question.”

Cedric frowned. “What question?”

“In that old church on the coast, she asked me, ‘Stewart, do you know what I’ve really lost?’”