Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 214

Rosita stared at Irwin’s small figure as he walked away, not a trace of motherly affection in her eyes—only thinly veiled disgust. “Just my luck to be saddled with such idiotic genes…” she muttered under her breath.

With a dismissive snort, she tore her gaze away and headed upstairs.

Lauren had been holed up in her room for ages. What on earth was she up to in there?

Rosita hated looking after children—especially Irwin, who had been more unruly than ever lately. He was driving her up the wall.

Worse still, the wedding was fast approaching. There was no way she’d let Briony’s baby stick around any longer.

She had to deal with that child before the wedding. No excuses.

Rosita reached Lauren’s bedroom. The door was ajar, and she raised her hand to knock—only to freeze as voices drifted out.

“Neal! I told you to get rid of Briony, but you were supposed to check with me about the timing first!”

Rosita went rigid.

Neal?

Why did that name sound familiar?

She peered through the crack in the door. Lauren sat on the bed with her back to the door. Rosita couldn’t see her face, but Lauren’s voice was sharp with anger.

“You picked today of all days—completely ruined everything! Briony was supposed to finalize her divorce with Stewart today, but you… I’m not blaming you, but right now Briony’s perfectly fine, and you’ve already gotten the police involved…”

“Lay low abroad for now. I’ll wire you another payment soon, but don’t contact me until I reach out to you.”

Lauren hung up and, in a fit of rage, hurled her phone across the bed.

“That idiot Neal! If it weren’t for him, Briony and Stewart would have signed the divorce papers by now!”

Outside the door, Rosita frowned.

So Briony and Stewart were supposed to get divorced today, but everything got derailed because of that Neal?

Rosita closed her eyes, fighting down a surge of anger.

She turned on her heel and retreated to her own room.

Pulling out her phone, she searched for information on Neal.

To her surprise, she actually found something.

Neal was a fugitive, wanted for more than a decade.

Lauren knew a man like that?

Rosita’s expression grew grim.