All Chapters of The Wife He Threw Away : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

I had never hated silence so much before. But silence was all I had now. Not the peaceful or comforting kind— this silence was suffocating. The kind that of silence that settled in a room after a disaster. The kind that came after everything started falling apart. I sat alone in my penthouse, staring at the television on the wall. Every channel was talking about the same thing: The lawsuit Lucian had filed against me. The press conference that had shaken the entire country. The endless stream of accusations he had thrown my way in front of the entire country. The television replayed everything; one clip after the another. It was endless, yet I couldn’t stop watching. I should have— God knew I should have. But I couldn’t. My fingers tightened around the remote as I watched the annoying reporter on the television screen. “Mr. Dhark, are you saying that the infertility diagnosis which circulated publicly almost a year ago belonged to Eva Sterling and not C

The police station smelled like coffee, paperwork, and exhaustion. By the time I arrived, I already regretted being there. Not just because I was tired and the case was becoming impossibly draining. But because Eva Sterling was inside. And I knew exactly how draining she could be. Nathaniel met me outside the interview room. His expression said everything. “You’re going to enjoy this.” I snorted. “I doubt it.” “Oh, no.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You really will enjoy this.” That should have worried me. It did. A detective approached. “Miss Moreau.” He called. I turned. “It’s time.” I closed my eyes briefly, then nodded. “Let’s get this over with.” The interview room in this police station was smaller than I expected. Smaller than the one Dr. Ramon had been in. Gray walls, metal table and fluorescent lights. No glamour, no cameras, no adoring fans. Just more reality than Eva enjoyed. Eva sat on one side of the table. For t

The hospital room had become a war room. I found that mildly amusing. Two months ago I had been unconscious. Now security guards occupied every corner of the floor, police officers checked every visitor, and my husband was treating hospital food as though it were a personal insult. Life was strange. I sat upright in bed with my laptop open, and stack of files rested beside me. My reading glasses sat low on my nose. I watched my husband who occupied the chair near the window, grading his students’ papers. Then my phone rang. I answered immediately. “Margot Sinclair.” The managing partner of one of the city’s largest firms sounded nervous. Good. As he should. “We received your message.” “You received my warning.” A pause. “Margot—” “No.” I leaned back against my pillows. I didn’t care if I had to be a bully or the devil herself— I had to bring Eva to justice through whatever means legally possible. “Listen carefully.” I started.Eva Sterling is rad

One minute I was sitting opposite Eva Sterling and her lawyer. The next— My phone rang. Nathaniel. Something inside me tightened immediately. Because the speed at which him and the detective had left the interrogation room had been abnormal. I answered. “Nathaniel?” Silence. Then: “Claire.” My stomach dropped. He sounded strained. Maybe even scared. I had never known Nathaniel to be scared. My grip tightened around the phone. “What happened?” Another pause “They got Hart.” He finally answered. For a second, relief exploded through me. Finally, they got that lunatic! After all these months of his threatening and stalking and attacking. After everything, they had finally gotten him. I couldn’t describe the relief I was feeling with words. Then Nathaniel spoke again. “But Lucian…” The relief vanished at once. I felt my heartbeat slow. “Nathaniel.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears. Weak. “What happened?” I asked. “He was

By the time Nathaniel and I arrived at the police station, I felt like I had been awake for a hundred years. My eyes burned. My head hurt like I’d been hit. My chest felt even worse. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucian lying beneath white hospital sheets, surrounded by machines. Not moving. Not even breathing on his own. I had spent so long beside his hospital bed, praying. Bargaining with a God I hadn’t spoken to properly in years. And now I was back here. Because apparently, the world wouldn’t even let me take a break. The police station buzzed with activity. Officers moved quickly through the hallways, phones rang continuously, life continued. It was almost as though Lucian wasn’t lying in intensive care, fighting for his life. Nathaniel walked beside me quietly. Close enough that if I stumbled, he could catch me. Yet far enough that I didn’t feel smothered. He’d barely left my side since the hospital. For that, and many other things he had done