All Chapters of The Wife He Threw Away : Chapter 251 - Chapter 256

We lingered over dinner long after our plates were empty. Neither of us seemed particularly eager to end the evening. Outside, the city glowed beneath my apartment windows, bright headlights threading through the streets. Inside my apartment, everything felt warm and impossibly peaceful. Lucian swirled the remaining wine in his glass slowly. “You know,” I said, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” He raised a brow. “That’s always dangerous.” I smiled. “It usually is.” He waited patiently for me to speak. “I still don’t understand why we never had any children.” I felt my mouth go bitter as I spoke those words out loud. Lucian’s expression immediately turned serious, his fingers tightening slightly around his wine glass. I looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “I mean the hospital couldn’t find anything wrong with either of us, so what was the problem?” For a long moment, neither of us spoke. That silence would have crushed me once. But t

The shrill buzz of my phone shattered the peaceful silence. I groaned without even needing to look at the screen. Lucian chuckled softly. “I suppose we’re back to reality.” “I’m afraid so.” I said, reaching across the bedside table and picking up my phone. I was quite surprised to see Tessa’s name across the screen. Usually, she would call Lucian— being his executive assistant. I answered immediately. “Good morning, Tessa.” “I certainly hope it is.” Her voice was as warm as ever, but I could already hear the amusement hidden beneath it. “The driver is downstairs.” She informed. I glanced toward Lucian, who just sighed dramatically. “Please remind Mr. Dhark that doctors were very clear.” Lucian rolled his eyes. “I’m coming.” “I’ll see you both shortly.” I ended the call, then slowly lowered my phone. Lucian looked quite entertained. “Are you embarrassed that people might know we spent the night together?” “I’m never embarrassed.” Lucian looked thorou

For a heartbeat, I barely recognized him. The man walking toward the witness stand bore little resemblance to the polished fertility specialist from more than a year ago. Back then, he’d worn tailored Italian suits and carried himself with the effortless confidence of a doctor whose reputation preceded him. Today, his shoulders were slumped, the expensive confidence gone. There were deep shadows beneath his eyes, and his suit—though still expensive—hung loosely on a body that had clearly lost weight over the past few months. His medical license was gone. His career was dead. His reputation had been reduced to headlines and scandal. Dr. Ramon climbed into the witness stand with slow, measured movements, as though every step reminded him of exactly how far he’d fallen. The bailiff handed him the Bible. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “I swear.” He said, his fingers trembling against the bible. His voice was so quiet th