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CHAPTER FOURTEEN_ Lucian’s POV

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The house had learned to move around Eva.

I noticed it in small details—how the staff adjusted their schedule, how voices softened when she passed, how Camilla always had to take permission from her, unlike before.

But order had been restored.

That was what mattered.

I sat behind my desk, reviewing documents, including a draft for a press release that mentioned family stability without once using the word ‘marriage.’

Everything was clean.

Except one thing:

The unsigned divor
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Heika
Oh lord, here we go again. At least give the FL some pride and dignity. Don’t stall the moment of having her pack her bags and leave
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Pamela Machado
When the Author gives her a spine!
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Pamela Machado
Eva blemished her own career when she opened her legs for a married man. What is wrong with the husband not settling a divorce settlement on The Wife so he can play daddy. I would let it all burn.
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    He opened it. Inside was a diamond ring. For a moment, I could only stare at it. It was magnificent. The centre stone caught the warm light, reflecting it brilliantly. Smaller diamonds were set delicately along the band, creating an elegant design that looked nothing like the ring I’d worn during our first marriage. I looked from the ring to Lucian. “Is that…” “The Dhark diamond.” My eyes widened. He smiled faintly. “I had it redesigned.” I looked down again. The diamond was unmistakable once I knew what I was looking at. It was the same precious stone from our first engagement ring, but everything about its setting had changed. It was more delicate, more elegant, and completely different from the ring I remembered. “You kept it?” I whispered. “I couldn’t bring myself to let it go.” My eyes filled again. “I didn’t want to give you the same ring you wore before,” he continued. “I wanted something new. Something that represents the life we’re building n

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN_ CLAIRE’S POV

    The old fountain came into view a few minutes after I turned onto Ashford Avenue. It stood in the middle of a small, beautifully maintained courtyard, surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges and a few benches. The place was quite quiet at this time of the evening, with only a handful of people walking along the pavement. I spotted Lucian almost immediately. He was standing beside his car, dressed in a dark suit with the top button of his shirt undone like he’d just come from work. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and his gaze was fixed on the road as though he’d been counting down the seconds until I arrived. The moment he noticed my car, his expression softened. I parked a short distance away and stepped out. “You’re here,” he said, approaching me at once. “Well, your note was rather mysterious—of course I was curious.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I returned the kiss before pulling back slightly to look at him. “So, what is this important thing you want

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX_CLAIRE’S POV

    I had read the same paragraph four or five times within ten minutes, without understanding a single word. Heaving a frustrated sigh, I lowered the document onto my desk and leaned back in the chair, pressing my fingers against my temples. It was supposed to be an ordinary workday. The court wasn’t in session, so I had spent the morning catching up on pending files and reviewing some documents that had been left on my desk. There was more than enough work to keep me occupied, but unfortunately, my mind had other plans. Every time I tried to concentrate, I found myself thinking about Hope. Her confession kept replaying in my head— The things she’d admitted to doing, the years she’d spent feeding Eva information about Lucian and me, and, most painfully, the substance she’d secretly put in my meals for years. Five years. For five years, I’d lived in that house, shared meals with those people, and trusted the staff completely without ever imagining that someone was delib

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE_ EVA’S POV

    I stared at him, trying to understand how things had reached this point. Hart had always been difficult, but he’d never spoken to me this way. Even when we disagreed, I could usually find a way to get through to him. I knew how to soften him. I knew how to say exactly what he wanted to hear, and I knew how to make him remember why he’d fallen for me in the first place. “Hart,” I began again, allowing my voice to soften. “Look at me.” He didn’t move. I softened my voice even more. “Please.” Finally, he lifted his eyes. I swallowed. “We’ve been through so much together, you know that. Whatever happened between us, whatever mistakes I’ve made… it doesn’t have to end this way.” His intense gaze rested on me. Silent, but rigid. “I know you’re angry. I know you’re hurt. But you can’t seriously expect me to believe that everything we shared meant nothing to you.” When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. “I never said it meant nothing.” “Then stop doing this.” “

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR_ EVA’S POV

    The police station smelled of disinfectant and stale coffee. I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose as I stepped inside, adjusting the strap of my designer handbag on my shoulder. I hated being here. I didn’t just hate the people, but I hated the atmosphere too. And the fact that I had to walk into a place like this just to speak to someone who had once been willing to do whatever I asked. “Good afternoon. How may I help you?” the officer behind the reception desk asked. “I need to see Hart Sullivan.” I stated. He glanced at his computer once. “Are you a relative?” “No.” “Then I’m afraid you’ll have to wait while I confirm whether he’s available to receive visitors.” I let out an impatient breath. “Just tell him Eva Sterling is here to see him. He knows me.” The officer looked up briefly, curiosity flickering through his eyes, before he returned his attention to the screen. “Please have a seat, ma’am.” I stared at him. “Do you know who I am?” “Yes, ma’am. But I

  • 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.

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