Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 389

Early the next morning.

Rosita was still tangled in dreams when a commotion downstairs yanked her back to reality.

She could just make out Daisy's startled voice rising in protest.

"What are you doing? Hey! Who are you people? You can't just come in here without permission—"

Rosita's brow furrowed. The sudden noise left her head throbbing.

She dragged herself out of bed, threw on a cardigan, and opened her door, heading downstairs to see what was going on.

No sooner had she reached the first floor than Daisy rushed over, panic written on her face.

"Rosita, they're saying we have to move out!"

Rosita froze, struggling to take it in.

At the center of the commotion stood Carl, flanked by a team of movers.

One look at the scene and Rosita's heart sank.

"Carl, what is this about?"

"Ms. Lockwood," Carl said, approaching her with a stiff, impersonal expression, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following instructions."

Rosita's gaze swept over the movers in their uniforms, her face growing pale.

"Did Stewart send you?"

Carl smiled coldly. "Yes, Mr. Wentworth said that since you're now Mr. Ferguson's wife, it's no longer appropriate for you to stay in property under his name."

Rosita's fingers tightened around her cardigan.

Her voice trembled as she looked at Carl. "Stewart must be mistaken about something. Let me call him and clear this up."

"There's no need to waste your time, Ms. Lockwood," Carl replied, his tone flat. "Mr. Wentworth has put me fully in charge of this matter—he's busy, and won't be taking your calls."

"No… that can't be…" Rosita's face drained of color. She swayed unsteadily, her slender frame on the verge of collapsing.

Daisy hurried to support her, worry etched across her face.

Rosita turned to Carl, her eyes shimmering with tears. "How could Stewart do this to me? Has he misunderstood something?"

Carl looked right through her, unmoved. "Ms. Lockwood, I think you know what you've done."

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

Could it be… Did he mean the phone call she made to Fiona?

Did Stewart know about that?

Is that why he wanted her out?

Rosita shut her eyes and drew a steadying breath.

There was nothing left to do but comply with Stewart's wishes—for now.

After all, Irwin was still with the Wentworth family. No matter what, nothing would ever change the fact that she was his mother.

As long as Irwin was by Stewart's side, Rosita still had a chance.

She returned to her bedroom, changed clothes, and began packing.

She hadn't been back in the country long, so there wasn't much in the way of clothes. The jewelry, though—there was plenty, most of it gifts from sponsors during her endorsement days.

A few pieces, though, had come from Stewart himself.

The walk-in closet held a full cabinet of jewelry and designer handbags. Rosita decided to pack it all—every bit of it was worth money.

"Ms. Lockwood," Carl said as he stepped into the closet, eyeing her with a warning, "you're free to take your jewelry and bags, but there's one item you can't take."

Rosita glared at him, barely containing her anger. "And what would that be?"

"This." Carl held up a photograph.

The picture was of a diamond the size of a quail's egg.

A flash of panic crossed Rosita's eyes.

"You borrowed this for a red carpet appearance and never returned it to Mr. Wentworth," Carl said.