All Chapters of The Wife He Threw Away : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I didn’t move when she did. Instead, I just stood there, watching her. Claire. She was right in front of me. Close enough that I could see how stiff and tense her shoulders were, and the way she held herself together… the way she refused to let anything show. Somehow, she looked unshaken by the whole situation. As if what had just happened out there—Eva, the drink, the whispers—hadn’t reached her at all. My gaze lingered. And then the realization hit me like a hundred bricks— I hadn’t looked at her like this in years. Not even when she was my wife. “Did she do that on purpose?” I asked, even though I knew that probably wasn’t the righy question to ask in the moment. Claire met my eyes. “Does it matter?” She sounded slightly irritated. But she wasn’t reacting. She didn’t even seem angry, neither did she try to defend herself. She just… didn’t care. For a moment, I yearned to say something else. Something I couldn’t quite define. Maybe her name. Or

I didn’t notice when the office started to quiet down. But at some point, the noise—phones ringing, quiet conversations, the steady movement of people—faded into the background. My attention stayed fixed on the documents in front of me; Numbers and reports. Internal summaries that had been revised enough to look consistent—until you stopped reading them individually and started reading them together. That was where the problem was. I flipped a page, tapping my pen lightly against the margin before I marked another section. A pattern was forming. Then someone placed a file beside my open folder on my desk. “I thought you’d want to see that.” I didn’t look up immediately. I finished the line I was reading, closed the document, and then lifted my gaze. Nathaniel stood across from me, composed as always, with another file tucked under his arm. He was the counsel, assigned to the investor group affected by the internal dispute. Which meant he wasn’t here by coinci

The first thing I noticed that morning wasn’t the sunlight— It was the headlines. They were everywhere. My name. His name. Side by side, on the front cover of every news outlet, exactly where they belonged. I scrolled slowly, taking my time, letting each image load fully, taking them in with my eyes, before moving to the next. I noticed how impeccable the angles were. The lighting was even better. The ring caught just enough attention without looking forced. Carefully done, and definitely not excessive. Just enough to make people believe it was true. A smile lit up my face. People never questioned something that looked right. And this— this looked just perfect! I set the phone down on the vanity and leaned back slightly in my chair, studying my reflection. My face as beautiful and polished as always, untouched by the noise I had just created. Lucian hadn’t said a word publicly. At least not yet. But that didn’t matter. I didn’t see him to confirm it.

Margot didn’t need to ask me to sit. She rarely did. Her office carried the same quiet authority she did. Everything was in place, nothing was unnecessary. Files were arranged practically, with light filtering in through the glass behind her desk. It wasn’t meant to be comfortable. It was meant to be efficient. “You’ve adjusted quickly,” she said, not looking up immediately as she finished reviewing the document in front of her. I didn’t respond. When she finally set the file aside, her attention settled on me fully. “You’re no longer assisting on this case,” she continued. “You’re leading this part of it.” I smiled. “I’m aware and very grateful.” She nodded slightly. “You’ve moved past proving yourself,” she stated. “Now you’re expected to deliver.” While it made me proud, I knew it wasn’t exactly praise. It was expectation. I preferred it that way. She leaned back slightly, folding her hands. “Walk me through where you are.” I did. Clear and direct, w

Welp, this had become more dangerous than I expected. And too soon. Lucian wasn’t reacting anymore. He was watching. And that was more of a problem than his anger, the frozen accounts and Theo’s dismissal could ever be. I stood by the window, holding my phone in my hand as I stared out across the grounds of the mansion. Everything looked the same; gleaming, impeccable, perfect. Old money. Just like preferred. But things were shifting. Lucian was no longer someone I could steer with ease. In fact, he never had been. But now, he was thinking. He was calculating. And that meant I had to move faster. I dialed the number without hesitation. It rang twice. “Sterling?” the voice answered, cautious. “Has he called?” I asked. A brief pause. “Yes.” Of course he had. Smart, investigative Lucian, who never let anything elude him. But this time, I was smarter. I turned slightly, my gaze settling on my reflection in the glass. Lucian was a fool to treat