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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX_ NATHANIEL’S POV
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The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX_ NATHANIEL’S POV
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I woke up to movement outside my apartment— soft footsteps and muffled voices. For one horrible second, panic flashed through me. Was Eva here again? Or perhaps it was the press with their incessant questions. Then I remembered. Lucian. My stomach tightened immediately. I sat up slowly in bed, still exhausted from everything that had happened yesterday, and stared toward the front door. Another quiet sound followed. A woman’s voice. Camilla. Relief washed over me. I had called her barely twenty minutes earlier after finally working up the courage to look through the peephole again and finding Lucian still there. Still asleep against the wall outside my apartment. Still alone, still wearing the same clothes. And still shivering. I had lasted exactly three minutes before guilt gnawed at me enough to make the call. Carefully, I approached the door and unlocked it just enough to peer outside. Camilla was crouched slightly in front of Lucian now, speak
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The whiskey burned my chest going down. I wouldn’t say it was enough to numb anything. But it was enough to leave heat at the back of my throat. Rain lashed against the windows of the mansion that evening. The city below was glowing, even from the dark glass. The Dhark mansion felt silent. Cold. Empty. I sat alone in the dark with my tie loosened and my sleeves rolled to my elbows, staring at the dark liquid swirling inside the crystal tumbler. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had been drunk— truly. Not like this. Not stripped raw enough for memories to resurface and emotions to torment me. And yet, somehow— despite everything that was happening around me— my mind kept dragging me back to her. Back to the beginning. Back to the first night I met Claire Moreau. It had been raining then too. That was the first thing I remembered. The rain had been heavy enough to flood the sidewalks, while people hurried past beneath umbrellas without looking a
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I woke with a painful cough lodged in my throat. The sharp, harsh scent of antiseptic hit me first. Then the pounding in my head, white ceiling and hospital lights. For one disoriented second, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then everything crashed back at once. Margot’s office. The gas. The masked man. Lucian! My body jerked upright immediately. “Claire.” Nathaniel was beside me in an instant. Relief flooded his face so fast it almost hurt to look at. “You’re okay,” he said, letting out a tired breath. His hands were already on me, checking my shoulders, my face, my arms… like he needed physical confirmation that I was actually there and safe. “You could’ve died.” His tone told me one thing: he had been terrified. And suddenly I realized how pale he looked. How exhausted. How tightly wound. “I’m okay,” I said quickly, though my throat still burned. “I’m okay.” Nathaniel exhaled shakily before dragging a hand through his hair. “What the hel
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