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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE_ EVA’S POV
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The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE_ CLAIRE’S POV
I stared at the screen for several long seconds before finally pressing the unlock button. The click of the door unlocking sounded far too loud than it was supposed to be, in the quiet apartment. And suddenly, as the door opened, I wasn’t sure if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. Or not. By the time I opened the door, Lucian was already standing there. Tall, but exhausted. And still devastatingly composed somehow despite looking like he had not slept in days. His dark eyes met mine, and for one dangerous moment… everything between us felt exactly the same. But neither of us spoke immediately. I stepped aside quietly, letting Lucian enter. The familiar scent of him followed instantly, wrapping itself around memories I had spent months trying to bury. I closed the door carefully behind him, and the silence afterward was unbearable. Lucian glanced around the apartment slowly, then his gaze returned to me. “Nathaniel said it was part of Eva’s schem
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT_ CLAIRE’S POV
Nothing was wrong with me. The thought repeated endlessly in my head during the drive back to Nathaniel’s house. Nothing was wrong with me. No part of me was damaged. I wasn’t incapable of conceiving, carrying and birthing a child. My fingers remained tightly wrapped around the test results sitting in my lap. I must have reread it twenty times already. I still couldn’t stop looking at it. Like somehow, the words might just rearrange themselves if I looked long enough. But they never did. I stared at the papers again after we entered Nathaniel’s house. Then again after sitting down on the couch. And somehow, the truth still didn’t feel real. It felt like a lucid dream I would soon be woken from. Nathaniel loosened his tie quietly before crouching slightly in front of me. “Claire.” I looked up slowly as he held my hands. And suddenly— everything shattered. A small, broken sound escaped me before I could stop myself. Then tears came immediately
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN_ LUCIAN’S POV
Nathaniel’s call came just after midnight. I almost ignored it. Because honestly, at that point, every call felt like another disaster waiting to happen. Another investor withdrawing or another division bleeding money. Maybe even another board member questioning whether I was still capable of holding Dhark Holdings together while the world watched it collapse. I sat alone in my office at the mansion with my laptop open in front of me, as unread emails crowded the screen. The whiskey from earlier still sat unfinished beside my hand. Rain pressed softly against the windows again. Everything felt cold lately.Camilla believed I had caught a small cold the night I spent outside Claire’s apartment. But that was the least of my problems. “What now?” I said as I answered the phone. Nathaniel didn’t respond immediately. And that silence was what made my chest tighten first. Then he finally spoke. “We confirmed the report.” I frowned slightly. “What report?” Another pause.“T
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX_ NATHANIEL’S POV
Professor Grant left quietly after the revelation, promising to inform us if anything else came up. And when the conference room doors closed behind him with a soft click, leaving only Claire and me sitting in silence, neither of us found it possible to move immediately. Eva Sterling’s infertility report still lay open on the table between us. I picked it up again slowly, scanning the pages more carefully this time. Ten years ago— Eva was already on her rise to stardom. The date sat heavily in my mind. And the wording— Jesus Christ. The diagnosis looked almost identical to Claire’s. Same phrasing, same condition, same conclusions. It was just too identical. I finally looked up at Claire. She looked pale now. Not just shocked, but shaken. “This could mean your diagnosis was fake,” I said carefully. Claire swallowed hard but didn’t argue. Because she knew it too. “How possible is it,” I continued calmly, “that both of you would have the exact same diag
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE_ CLAIRE’S POV
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
The Wife He Threw Away CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR_ LUCIAN’S POV
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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