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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE_ LUCIAN’S POV

작가: Claire Ree
last update 게시일: 2026-02-24 06:25:25
It was almost as if the mansion was pretending nothing had happened.

People lingered in corners, engaging in soft conversations long after the last guest should have left. Polite, artificial laughter drifted through the halls as actresses gathered their handbags and exchanged compliments that meant nothing.

I noticed it immediately_ the tension.

The way conversations paused when I passed.

The way two maids stopped speaking altogether as I walked into the corridor.

I had hosted cou
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  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SIX_ CLAIRE’S POV

    “Claire?”Lucian’s voice cut through the fog.I looked at him.“What happened?”“Nothing.”My voice sounded weaker than I’d intended.“Sit down.”I obeyed. “You were about to fall.”“I wasn’t.”His eyebrows rose.I sighed.“Okay. Maybe I was a little dizzy.”His expression immediately became serious.“Are you sick?”“No.”“Then what is it?”“I don’t know.”He reached for my hand.His palm was warm against mine.“Do you want to go upstairs?”I shook my head.“I just need the bathroom.”“I’ll come with you.”I stared at him.“To the bathroom?”“Yes.”I laughed despite myself.“Absolutely not.”“Claire—”“I’ll be fine.”He hesitated.I squeezed his hand.“Five minutes.”His eyes narrowed.“You’d better come back.”“Yes, sir.”I stood slowly.This time, I waited until the dizziness disappeared before taking a step.Then another.I walked inside.I reached the bathroom and closed the door.Then I leaned against it.My heart was beating strangely fast.I stared at myself in the mirror.I l

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE_ CLAIRE’S POV

    Dinner turned out better than I expected— much better. By the time the first course was served, the terrace had completely transformed beneath the soft glow of the lights. The conversation now flowed easily. For once, nobody was talking about the trial or the last several months that were tainted by scandals and rumors. Nobody was asking about Hart Sullivan or even mentioning Eva. And nobody was discussing whether Lucian would survive the next board meeting. It was simply a birthday dinner. A normal evening— something we hadn’t had in far too long. I sat beside Lucian, listening as Director Whitmore told an embarrassing story about one of Lucian’s first attempts at giving a speech to the board. “You’re not being completely honest,” Lucian said. The old director almost looked offended. “I would never lie about something that memorable.” “You’re describing a completely different person.” “You were eighteen.” “I was sixteen.” Director Whitmore pointed at him. “See? This is

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR_ CLAIRE’S POV

    I had spent the better part of the week pretending I wasn’t planning a birthday party. Mostly because I didn’t want Lucian to know. The problem was that keeping secrets from Lucian Dhark had never been particularly easy. The man noticed everything— be it a misplaced document, a change in someone’s tone, a discrepancy of a few thousand dollars in a financial report, or something as ridiculous as a missing cufflink. Apparently, however, he had yet to realize that half the staff at his mansion had been sneaking around preparing his birthday celebration behind his back. I would count that as a victory. “Are you sure this is enough?” I asked Camilla. She looked around the terrace. “I think you’ve already gone far beyond enough.” I smiled. Perhaps she was right. The terrace looked nothing like it had when I’d first returned to the mansion. The furniture had been rearranged. A long dining table was stretched beneath the pergola, covered in crisp white linen. Warm lights had been

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE_ CLAIRE’S POV

    “She suspects.” The words settled over the room. I stared at Hart. For the first time since we’d walked into the interrogation room, I forgot about the plea bargain.I forgot about the evidence and the victory we’d been waiting months for. All I could think about was Eva. ‘She suspected.’ “How?” I asked. Hart’s eyes remained on mine. “Eva isn’t stupid.” “I know.” “She knows I haven’t been defending her the way I used to.” His jaw tightened. “She knows Sinclair came to see me.“ My stomach twisted. “And she knows you called me?” He shrugged. “She may not know exactly what I’ve decided yet, but I’m sure she suspects.” I glanced at Margot, who was watching Hart carefully. “How much does she know?” “Enough.” That answer did nothing to calm me. I folded my arms in front of my chest. “You’ve known her for almost ten years.” Hart nodded. “You know her better than most people do.” “I suppose.” I studied his expression. “What do you think she’ll do?

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-TWO_ MARGOT’S POV

    For the past few days, I hadn’t been getting near enough sleep. Not after Hart Sullivan’s hands had closed around my throat. Not after Claire had called me, informing me of the call she’d received from Hart. Apparently he’d called Claire that night, and offered to testify against Eva. The evidence he’d handed me was another variable that kept me up at night. Still, when I arrived at the police station the following morning, I forced myself to push all of that aside. A courtroom wasn’t the place for emotions. Neither was an interrogation room. I had spent too many years in this profession to let personal feelings interfere with judgment. Unfortunately, Eva and Hart Sullivan made that difficult. Claire and I were seated across from each other in the interrogation room. She looked completely exhausted. I didn’t blame her. I didn’t have to take a second look at her to know she’d barely slept. She kept staring at the table, her fingers tapping against her knee.

  • The Wife He Threw Away    CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE_ CLAIRE’S POV

    Dinner was quieter than I expected. Not the awkward kind of quiet, just… peaceful. There was something strangely comforting about sitting across from Lucian at the same table where I’d once eaten countless meals while pretending everything was fine. Back then, I had spent most of my dinners wondering what was happening inside his head. Was he thinking about Eva Sterling? Was he regretting marrying me? Was he already imagining a life without me? Now, I didn’t have to wonder— least, not about those kind of things. Lucian was talking about Dhark Holdings. “…I’ve been gone for too long.” He said. I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been gone for less than two months.” “That feels like too long.” I laughed. “You were shot.” “And stabbed.” Lucian added. “You almost died.” “I know.” “And you’re worried about missing board meetings?” His mouth curved into a slight smile. “The board barely survived without me.” He said. “I intend to make sure they don’t get too comf

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