Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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.

Rosita just laughed—a high, twisted sound. "Fun, isn't it? So much fun!"

Her eyes widened, her stare locked on the blood streaming from her arm. She looked almost electrified.

Daisy's hands trembled as she clung to Rosita. She'd never seen her like this, never imagined she could be so… unhinged.

"Rosita, please—please, calm down. You have to stop—"

Rosita's head lolled to the side. Her expression shifted in an instant; tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the blood on her skin.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear, I didn't mean it. Please—I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Please, forgive me…"

Daisy could only stare, stunned.

What on earth is happening?

Before she could react, Rosita's eyes rolled back. She collapsed, limp as a rag doll, and hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Okay. I'll go. Just… try not to get worked up."

She left the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

At the entrance, she opened the door to find Bill waiting, poised to come inside.

Daisy blocked his way. "Bill, it's alright. I overreacted and scared everyone for nothing. I'm so sorry."

Bill studied her, frowning. "She's really alright?"

Daisy nodded emphatically. "She is. Really."

"Alright," Bill relented. "Her moods have been pretty unstable lately. Stay close to her."

"I will."

Bill and the doctor turned to leave. They parted ways outside the hotel.

Bill climbed into his car, dialed a number, and spoke quietly: "Mr. Seven, Rosita refused to let the doctor examine her. I'm starting to think she's hiding something about her health."