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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE_ NATHANIEL’S POV
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The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHT_ CLAIRE’S POV
The judge immediately struck his gavel. “Order!” I remained standing, completely still. For a moment, I couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of my own heart. Then I continued the questioning. “Did Eva want us dead?” Hart’s expression was grim. “She wanted you out of her way.” “That’s not my question.” He swallowed. “Yes, ma’am. She wanted you dead.” I closed my eyes for half a second, then opened them again. “And you carried out her instructions?” “Yes.” I looked down at my notes. There were still more questions. But before I continued, I needed to establish something. “Mr. Sullivan,” I called. “Everything you’ve told this court so far—are you saying you were forced to do these things?” “No.” He answered immediately. “Are you saying Eva controlled every decision you made?” “No.” “Are you claiming you are innocent?” Once again, his answer came immediately. “No.” I looked at him carefully. “You shot and stabbed Lucian Dhark on different occ
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SEVEN_CLAIRE’S POV
I heard a few murmurs behind me. I ignored them. “What did Eva ask you to do for her?” Hart sat up straighter. “Things.” I sighed. He had been instructed not to give vague answers. “What things?” I asked. “Things she didn’t want connected to her.” I took one step closer. “Be specific, Mr. Sullivan.” He exhaled. “Threatening people.” The courtroom became even quieter—except for the sound of reporters typing away on their devices. “Anything else?” “Following people.” “Anything else?” “Sometimes destroying things.” I waited. Hart continued. “Making problems disappear.” I turned slightly toward the judge, then back to Hart. “And you did these things?” “Yes.” “Because she asked you to?” He shrugged. “Most of the time.” “Most?” He hesitated. “There were things I did because I wanted to.” That answer caught my attention—as well as everyone’s. We had planned to show the jury that Hart was a flawed man himself, not just Eva’s puppet—that wou
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SIX_CLAIRE’S POV
I rose to my feet shortly afterward. “Your Honor, the prosecution would like to call its next witness.” The courtroom quieted. Everyone knew who it was before I even said the name. At the very least, they suspected. “Hart Sullivan.” A murmur swept through the room. Reporters immediately began typing. Some people turned to look at Eva, while others started whispering among themselves. The judge struck his gavel. “Order!” Gradually, the room settled into silence again. I looked at Eva. For the first time since she’d entered the courtroom, something had changed in her expression. It was barely noticeable—a tightening of her jaw, a narrowing of her eyes—but it was there. Then the courtroom doors opened and Hart walked in with two officers. He looked different—not physically—but something about him had changed since the last time I saw him. Perhaps I expected him to appear nervous—he didn’t. His eyes weren’t searching for Eva. He simply walked forward.
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIVE_CLAIRE’S POV
The courtroom filled up slowly. Lawyers moved between tables, court officers spoke quietly to one another, and reporters took their seats, already typing furiously on their gadgets. Margot and I were seated side by side, while Jonathan reviewed the documents spread across the table. I tried to focus—I really did. But somehow, my mind kept wandering. First to Hart, then to Eva. The phone, the messages, Hart’s warning. I didn’t realize when my fingers tightened around the edge of the file. “Stop.” I looked at Margot. “What?” “You’re doing it again.” “Doing what?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what she was speaking of. She rolled her eyes. “Thinking yourself into a headache.” I sighed in defeat, then sank deeper into the chair. “I can’t help it.” “You can.” She tapped the file in front of me.We have evidence. We have our key witness—Hart. We have the digital records. You need to trust the work we’ve done.” I nodded. “I do.” “Then breathe.” I i
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FOUR_CLAIRE’S POV
I woke before my alarm. For several seconds, I remained completely still, staring at the ceiling. Then I remembered what day it was. The trial was starting again. After two weeks of waiting, preparing and wondering what Eva Sterling would do next, we were finally going back into that courtroom. I sat up very slowly. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach—a new habit. There was nothing to feel yet—no movement, no bump, nothing that would tell the world that my entire life had changed. But I knew that there was a tiny life inside me. My baby. Our baby. A smile tugged at my lips before anxiety quickly swallowed it again. But then again, what reason did I have to be anxious? Hart Sullivan had agreed to cooperate. The phone he’d given Margot contained hundreds of messages between him and Eva, spanning across years. We now had more evidence than we had ever even imagined we could get our hands on.We had a witness who knew Eva better than almost anyone. An
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THREE_EVA’S POV
Hart was my last call. I knew that even before I dialed the prison. Perhaps that was why I stared at my phone for so long. Once, I had been able to call him and know everything would happen exactly the way I wanted. He listened. He obeyed. He never questioned me. Back then, Hart Sullivan would have given his life to protect me. Now everything was different. That bitch Margot Sinclair was messing with his head. I pressed the call button. It took a while before someone answered. “Eva?” Hart’s voice came from the other end of the line, rough and tired. I poured myself another glass of wine before going straight to the point. “Will you testify for me?” The silence that followed was gut-wrenchingly tight. Then he broke it with a bitter laugh. “No,” he spat. My heart sank. “What has happened to you, Hart?” I asked. “You didn’t even think about it.” “I don’t need to.” “You owe me!” I yelled before I could stop myself. “You owe me your life!” It was
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