Mag-log inShare
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX_ CLAIRE’S POV
Petsa ng paglalathala:
2026-03-17 23:49:26
Pinakabagong kabanata
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO_ EVA’S POV
I was beginning to hate the sound of my own phone. Every time it rang, I expected another piece of bad news. Another person calling to tell me that something new had gone wrong. Another reminder that my life was slowly slipping out of my hands. I tossed a magazine onto the coffee table and reached for my glass of water. The court case was becoming a nightmare. My lawyers were growing increasingly pessimistic—and useless besides. Hart had turned against me, and now the police were investigating things I had spent years keeping hidden. I couldn’t afford another disaster. I needed to think. I needed to figure out how to get myself out of this mess before things became any worse. I glanced at the phone screen, irritated by the interruption. It was Amara. I almost ignored the call. Hope’s sister had a habit of contacting me whenever she needed something, and I wasn’t in the mood to entertain her. Then I remembered I had given Hope an important task. I decided to answer.
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO_ LUCIAN’S POV
The door opened several minutes later. An officer entered first, followed by Hart Sullivan. He looked at me immediately. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then his mouth curved into a faint, humourless smile. “Well, I’ll be damned.” I remained seated. “Hart.” He glanced at the officer, who gestured towards the chair opposite me. “Sit down, Mr. Sullivan.” Hart lowered himself into the chair, never taking his eyes off me. The officer looked between us. “I’ll give you some time. If you need anything, call for me.” He left, closing the door behind him. Silence settled over the room. Hart leaned back, studying me with open suspicion. “I can’t say I was expecting a visit from you.” “Clearly.” “Let me guess. You came to make sure I’m cooperating?” “No.” “Then perhaps you want to remind me how much you hate me.” “I don’t need to remind you of that. I’m sure you remember.” He chuckled. “Touché.” I regarded him for a moment. He looked considerably better than he had the
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONE_ LUCIAN’S POV
I had read the same paragraph three times without absorbing a single word. My eyes moved quickly across the report on my desk, but my mind remained elsewhere, replaying the events of the previous evening. Hope’s confession. The police arriving at the mansion… Claire standing in the doorway of my study, looking as though the ground had disappeared beneath her feet. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Hope had admitted. For five years, Claire and I had desperately wanted a child. We’d been completely unaware that someone in our own home had been deliberately working against us. The thought made my stomach turn. And then there was Eva’s latest scheme. She hadn’t been content with sabotaging my marriage or trying to destroy Claire’s reputation or even mine. Even after everything had come to light, she’d still been determined to hurt the woman I loved. This time, she’d targeted our unborn child too. My jaw clenched. If H
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY_ CLAIRE’S POV
“What did she send you?” Lucian demanded. Hope’s gaze moved between him and me, green eyes widening with fear. “A vial,” she whispered. Lucian’s expression hardened. “What was in it?” Hope hesitated. “Eva told me it was something that would make Mrs. Dhark lose the baby.” For a moment, I couldn’t understand the words. I knew I heard them, but my mind refused to accept them. Then my hand moved instinctively to my stomach. My baby. The child Lucian and I had barely begun to imagine a future with. The child we’d been given a chance to love after everything we’d that had happened. Eva wanted to take that away from me, too. A small, broken sound escaped my throat. Camilla tightened her hold on my hands. “Oh, Claire.” I couldn’t stop staring at Hope. She was still talking, but her words seemed to come from somewhere far away. “She sent it to me today,” Hope explained through her tears. “She told me to put it in Mrs. Dhark’s food. She said she wants to make sure
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE_ CLAIRE’S POV
The moment my driver pulled into the driveway of the Dhark mansion, I noticed Margot’s car parked near the entrance. My brows creased. What was she doing here? Margot rarely visited the mansion without a reason, and given her ongoing recovery, I couldn’t imagine her making an unnecessary trip. Had something happened? Had Hart revealed any new information after I left the station? I glanced at my phone, wondering whether Lucian had tried calling me again. There were several missed calls from him, along with a message asking me to call him as soon as I could. Guilt tugged at me again. He must be livid. I hadn’t deliberately intended to ignore him for so long. After confronting Caroline and learning that Eva had recruited her to spread those disgusting rumors about me, I’d needed time to think. I knew Lucian would want to know where I’d been and why I hadn’t answered his calls, and I hadn’t been ready to explain everything. Still, I should have sent him a message. I c
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT_ LUCIAN’S POV
“Answer me,” I said. Hope’s lips trembled. “I—” “Did Eva pay you?” She looked toward Camilla again, but Camilla offered no rescue. She stood with her hands clasped, disappointment replacing the uncertainty that had brought her here. “Yes,” Hope finally whispered. The admission settled over the room. I felt something cold and heavy form in my chest. “How long?” Hope shook her head. “Sir, please—” “How long have you been taking money from her?” “I didn’t mean for it to become this.” “That is not an answer.” She began to cry. I felt no satisfaction at the sight. I had no interest in frightening a confession out of someone who might still choose to tell the truth. But neither was I prepared to let tears distract me from what she had done. “Start at the beginning,” I ordered. “Tell me how this started.” Hope pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to steady herself. “It was years ago,” she said at last. “When you were still dating Miss Eva.” “Eight years a
Maaari mong magustuhan
The President's Accidental Wife
Blue Fruity1.1M viewsMy Dad's Bestfriend
Liz Barnet791.5K viewsPowerful Papa with Triplet Babies
Pink Dolphin639.3K viewsMadam Winters’s Fight For Her Children
Summer Wine1.2M viewsDumped Wife Becomes the Tyrant's Beloved
Jennison364 viewsThe Hockey Player’s Pretend Girlfriend
Billie Patsy255 viewsTrail Leads Back
Shadow Ren93 viewsTHE ALPHA'S DEFIANT BREEDER
Kwrite486 views
