All Chapters of The Wife He Threw Away : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

I told myself I wasn’t going to watch it. I really did. Because I had work to do. A lawsuit to manage, a missing witness, a dangerous criminal making threats. The list was endless. So naturally, I had absolutely no reason to spend the next hour watching Lucian Dhark hold a nationally televised press conference. And yet, somehow, I found myself standing in the conference room at Sinclair & Co alongside half the firm’s attorneys watching as every television screen in the building displayed the same live broadcast. The lawsuit had already hit the news. The headlines were spreading rapidly across every major media network. “DHARK HOLDINGS FILES CIVIL ACTION AGAINST EVA STERLING” The country had officially lost its mind. Sinclair&co was no exception. Phones rang constantly, associates rushed through hallways. The news alerts regarding the lawsuit were exploding across social media. My eyes remained glued to the screen as Lucian walked onto a stage. My stomach tigh

I had spent the better part of the morning pretending to work. Several case files sat open across my desk, but I couldn’t have told anyone what was written in them if my life depended on it. I couldn’t even remember looking at them. My attention kept drifting toward the television mounted on the wall of my office. Toward the press conference currently being broadcast across every major network in the country. Toward Lucian Dhark. I told myself I was watching because KVEK now represented Eva Sterling. That keeping track of the lawsuit was part of my job. I told myself that any responsible partner would be doing the same. The lie was convincing enough until Lucian said; “I consider hurting my wife a mistake.” I stopped reading. My eyes lifted toward the television—and stayed there. The room suddenly felt quieter. Then another question. Another answer. “My marriage ended because of me.” My jaw tightened. Not because I disagreed. Because I didn’t expect

I was already awake when my phone rang. That wasn’t unusual anymore. Dhark Holdings occupied most of my waking hours. The lawsuit occupied the rest. I was sitting alone in my office, halfway through my second cup of coffee, reviewing projected stock movement reports, with the board’s deadline heavy on my mind, when Tessa’s name flashed across my screen. Something in my stomach tightened immediately. I answered before the second ring. “Tell me.” “Police tracked Dr. Ramon’s GPS signal.” Every muscle in my body went still. “What?” “They’ve found him.” My grip tightened around the phone. Tessa continued. “The phone came online again around forty minutes ago. They’ve got a probable location.” I was already standing. “Where?” “A bus terminal.” Tessa paused. “Several cities away.” I was grabbing my keys before she even finished speaking. “He was moving.” She added. My jaw clenched. Of course he was. Dr. Ramon hadn’t disappeared. Obviously, he’d been running.

The door closed softly behind me. For a moment, I just stood there. Dr. Ramon was no longer my problem. Not for the next few hours, at least. His lawyer had arrived less than a minute after I stepped outside. A detective escorted him down the corridor. His briefcase, suit and watch screamed luxury. That was the kind of attorney who billed by the hour and smiled while doing it. The lawyer disappeared into the room, the detective followed and the door shut. And just like that, the negotiation belonged to someone else. I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache already forming. No surprise there. I felt exhausted— not just physically, but mentally too. Every conversation seemed to carry the weight of someone’s future now. Eva. Hart. Ramon. Lucian. Margot. The lawsuit. The police investigation. The media circus. The pressure from Sinclair & Co. It never stopped. “Claire.” I looked up to see Lucian watching me. The detective who had been standing beside him had alre

Lucian was standing one moment, then stumbling the next. His hand pressed against his side, bright red spreading between his fingers. I couldn’t breathe. The world seemed to narrow into a single horrifying image. Lucian. Bleeding. Because of me. “Lucian!” My voice came out so hoarse, I barely even recognized it. I was moving before I realized it— running toward Lucian. I reached him just as his knees threatened to give out. His eyes found mine immediately, still focused. Still alert and impossibly calm. “Claire.” He called, although his voice was painfully strained. But at least his was alive. My hands shook as I grabbed his arm. “Oh my God.” Blood. There was so much blood. I pressed my hand over his, trying to stop the building. Trying to do something— anything. Around us, chaos erupted. People scattered across the sidewalk. Someone was crying. Car alarms blared in the distance. Security guards shouted into radios. And through all of i