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CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN_ EVA’S POV

ผู้เขียน: Claire Ree
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I arrived at the café twenty minutes late—deliberately, of course.

There was something satisfying about making people wait for me, particularly when they needed something I could provide.

I was wearing enormous sunglasses, a silk scarf wrapped around my hair, and a boring outfit that concealed enough of my appearance to discourage anyone from recognizing me immediately.

I had selected the café carefully. It was far enough from the courthouse to avoid the reporters who had been following t
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  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN_ EVA’S POV

    I arrived at the café twenty minutes late—deliberately, of course. There was something satisfying about making people wait for me, particularly when they needed something I could provide. I was wearing enormous sunglasses, a silk scarf wrapped around my hair, and a boring outfit that concealed enough of my appearance to discourage anyone from recognizing me immediately. I had selected the café carefully. It was far enough from the courthouse to avoid the reporters who had been following the trial, but it was public enough that meeting there wouldn’t attract suspicion. Besides, if anyone recognized me, I could always pretend I was simply having coffee. I spotted Caroline almost immediately. She was seated near the window, her short blonde hair falling over her shoulders. A handbag was resting on the chair beside her. I paused to observe her. She looked exactly as I remembered from the photographs: Unremarkable. A little bit tacky. The sort of woman who probably spent

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN_EVA’S POV

    I wanted Hart Sullivan dead. Not imprisoned. Not disgraced. Not sitting in a courtroom, looking remorseful while he dismantled everything I had spent years building. Dead. I sat on my sofa with a glass of red wine in my hand, watching the news coverage of his testimony on the television. A mugshot of his stupid, crooked face filled the screen. Hart Sullivan, the man who had once sworn he would do anything for me, was now the prosecution’s star witness. How touching. The reporter’s voice droned on about the significance of his testimony, the incriminating messages recovered from his phone, and the mounting evidence the prosecution had gathered against me. Then they showed a clip from the courtroom. Hart sat in the witness box, answering questions with an expression I had seen on him before several times in the past. Resolve. This time, the bastard actually looked determined to tell the truth. I tightened my grip on my glass. The truth? What truth? That I

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN_CLAIRE’S POV

    By the time we returned to the Dhark mansion that evening, Camilla already knew. Lucian had sent her a text along with picture attachments of the house. He claimed he hadn’t told her earlier because he feared she might be too excited to keep the secret from me. He wasn’t wrong. We had barely stepped through the front door before Camilla appeared from the hallway with a look that told me she had been waiting for us. “So,” she began. I smiled. “So?” “You bought a house.” Lucian shrugged. “I wish I could have told you earlier.” Camilla crossed her arms. “Me too, Mr. Dhark. I can’t believe you don’t trust me!” Lucian and I broke into fits of laughter. “Camilla.” “And now I’m apparently in charge of choosing which staff members are going with you and which ones are staying here.” “Sounds like fun,” I said. “I’ll help.” She pointed at Lucian. “It’s okay, Lucian already gave a list.” “That sounds like…” I looked at Lucian. “A lot.” Lucian looked offende

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN_CLAIRE’S POV

    “I want to know where our bedroom is.” In the Dhark mansion, Lucian and I had mostly slept in different bedrooms. That would change here. Something changed in his expression. It was small—barely there. But I saw it. The smile that touched his mouth wasn’t the confident, arrogant smile he wore when he was getting his way. It was softer. Almost boyish. “Our bedroom?” he repeated. I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying it.” “I wouldn’t dare.” He reached for my hand. I smiled as his fingers slipped between mine, warm and familiar, and he led me toward the staircase. I followed him upstairs. The house felt different now. Maybe because I had stopped looking at it as a strange house. I was starting to imagine it as ours. The thought was terrifying, but strangely comforting. We reached the top of the stairs, and Lucian opened the first door on the right. “This is it.” I stepped inside and stopped. Although the master bedroom was enormous, it some

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN_ CLAIRE’S POV

    “We could renovate.” I said quietly. Lucian looked at me. “I mean the Dhark mansion.” I wiped another tear from my cheek. “We could change things.” He didn’t interrupt. “I know what that house means to you. Memories of your mother, your childhood...” He nodded. “All the beautiful memories you have there there.” I squeezed his hand. “I don’t want you to lose that because of me.” Lucian stared at me for a moment, then he smiled. “You’re the one who taught me that my mother’s memories aren’t trapped inside those walls,” he said. “You told me that on my birthday, remember?” He placed my hand on his chest. “You reminded me that she lives in my heart.” My eyes filled with tears again as I nodded. “She does.” “I know.” He glanced around the room. “And that’s why I don’t need the mansion to keep her.” I stayed silent. Lucian continued. “The truth is, Claire, the mansion isn’t only filled with good memories for me either.” I watched his jaw clench. That’s how I kne

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN_CLAIRE’S POV

    I eventually realized we weren’t heading back toward the mansion. “Where are we going?” I asked as I looked out the window. Lucian kept his eyes on the road. “You’ll see.”I sighed. “I don’t like it when you’re being mysterious.”He chuckled. “I think you’ll survive.”“That depends on where you’re taking me.” He didn’t say anything to that. A few minutes later, we turned onto a road I didn’t recognize. Then another. And finally, we approached a set of enormous black gates. I sat upright, alert. I had never been here before.Were we visiting someone? Surely Lucian would have told me if that was the case. The gates opened automatically, and Lucian drove through. The property was huge, but it didn’t have the intimidating grandeur of the Dhark mansion. It was different.Newer. Cleaner. More modern. The immaculate landscaping was one of the first things that caught my attention. Tall trees lined the driveway. The perfectly maintained lawn stretched across both sides

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