Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 88

After they got in the car, Stella unscrewed her insulated bottle and handed it to Briony. “Here, drink some warm water. With that injury on your head and another sleepless night behind you, your body’s going to give out if you don’t take care of yourself.”

Briony kept her gaze down and shook her head slightly, almost as if talking to herself. “Where do you think my mom could’ve gone?”

Stella pressed her lips together, at a loss for an answer.

From the back seat, Gina suddenly slapped her thigh. “Why don’t we just ask Attorney Wentworth?”

Stewart?

Stella turned to look at Gina. “Why would we talk to him?”

“We went to Attorney Wentworth’s office together yesterday morning.”

“What?” Stella was stunned. “Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”

“You guys… never asked.”

Briony looked over at Gina. “Why did my mom go to his office?”

“She was just bringing a New Year’s gift. But when we got there, Ms. Lockwood happened to be meeting with Attorney Wentworth, too. After a while, your mom told me to wait outside. I don’t know what they talked about after that…”

Briony clenched her hands. “Star, let’s go to the law office and find Stewart.”

“On it!” Stella started the car without hesitation.

…

The past few days had been hectic for Stewart—late nights at the office had become routine.

Rosita had just wrapped up filming her series, so with her schedule suddenly clear, she’d taken to dropping by the law firm almost every day.

That morning, she arrived bright and early, carrying a homemade breakfast. As she stepped out of her car, she caught sight of a white BMW parked by the curb. Rosita paused for a second, then looked away and strode gracefully into the building, heels clicking against the floor.

…

Rosita knocked on Stewart’s office door.

He was buried in paperwork, eyes fixed on the pages. Without looking up, he said flatly, “Come in.”

Rosita entered, walking straight to his desk.

She glanced at the intimidating stack of files, her brows drawing together. Her tone was gentle but carried a hint of reproach. “Another all-nighter?”