All Chapters of The Wife He Threw Away : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The drive to the hospital felt endless, even though Nathaniel was speeding through half the city. Even with the traffic parting faster than usual once people recognized the emergency lights escorting one of the Sinclair & Co vehicles ahead of us. It still felt way too slow. I sat rigidly in the passenger seat, my phone clenched tightly in my hand while I tried to steady my breathing. Nathaniel hadn’t tried forcing conversation during the drive. He knew better. Still, every few minutes, he glanced at me briefly, checking. Grounding. “We don’t know how bad it is yet,” he said carefully at one point. I stared ahead, unmoved by his attempt to reassure me. “They said she’s unconscious.” “That doesn’t mean—” “I know what it means.” The words came out sharper than I intended, but Nathaniel didn’t react. After a moment, his voice lowered slightly. “Claire.” I closed my eyes briefly. And immediately, I saw Margot again outside the courthouse, watching me. Hesita

The hospital looked different in daylight. Not calmer, but quieter in a way that somehow made everything feel much more grim. The sharp panic from the previous night had dulled into exhaustion now, mixed with abandoned coffee cups and low conversations spoken in tired voices. Associates from Sinclair & Co. were beginning to leave one by one, reluctantly returning to work and courtrooms and lives that could not be stopped simply because Margot Sinclair’s had. I sat in the waiting area with my untouched coffee cooling between my hands, staring at the ICU doors again like I was in a trance, waiting for a miracle to happen. But nothing had changed. Margot was still unconscious. Still critical, still unmoving behind glass and machines and sterile white walls. Nathaniel sat beside me quietly. I would feel his shoulder brush against mine occasionally whenever someone walked past too closely. Thankfully, he hadn’t pressured me to speak all night or even tried to force comfo

The flowers arrived faster than even the outrage faded. White roses, red roses, orchids. Luxury arrangements large enough to crowd my whole sitting room. By evening, there were more gifts than table space. Designer handbags, jewelry, even handwritten letters from celebrities. And most importantly, brand packages tied with silk ribbons. The television across the room continued cycling through my face every few minutes. “We stand with Eva Sterling #cancelDharkholdings” “Public Support Surges.” “Fans Rally Behind Actress Following Abuse Allegations.” I watched quietly from the couch while my assistant sorted through contracts on the marble dining table nearby. “Belle AO officially wants you as the face of their new campaign,” she said informed me. “They’re increasing the offer if you agree to the interview circuit.” I smiled faintly then. “Of course they are.” Sympathy sold beautifully… when packaged correctly, that is. Another notification flashed across the

He moved the second he saw me— and fast. Too fast for a normal hospital worker. The machines beside Margot Sinclair’s bed shrieked sharply as I lunged across the room and grabbed him by the shoulder, slamming him backward into the wall before he could disconnect another line. “What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, his elbow drove hard into my ribs with brutal precision. I felt pain explode through my side instantly. Professional. That was my first thought. Not random, not desperate. This was a trained man. He twisted sharply from my grip and swung again, aiming directly for my throat. I blocked it barely in time and drove my fist into his jaw hard enough to make him stagger sideways, and straight into one of the monitors. The machine crashed loudly and I saw Margot’s heart monitor spike violently. Then the man recovered almost immediately— too quickly. Then his stance shifted lower— efficiently. Every movement w

Eva walked into my apartment like she belonged there. Like she hadn’t destroyed my marriage months ago. Like she hadn’t spent months dismantling my life piece by piece with a smug smile on her face. The moment she crossed the threshold, the air changed. My home no longer felt entirely safe— or even entirely mine. “Aren’t you going to offer me something to drink?” she asked lightly, removing her gloves with elegant, precise movement. “No.” Eva smiled faintly at that. She was still breathtakingly beautiful. Still polished. Still terrifying in the way poisonous things often were. She moved slowly through the living room, her blue eyes flicking across everything with jarring attention that was surely meant to unsettle me. Not casually— strategically. Her gaze lingered on the second wine glass on the table. Something cold flashed briefly through her expression before disappearing just as quickly. “What do you want, Eva?” I finally asked. There was no reason to h