All Chapters of The Wife He Threw Away : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The moment Laurel dropped me at the Dhark mansion, I knew something was different. The house was too quiet. Usually, there was always someone moving around. A housekeeper, a security guard, sometimes just someone carrying something through the halls. Tonight, there was nothing. I stepped inside. “Hello?” No answer. I frowned. “Camilla?” I called again. Still nothing. I turned toward the living room. It was empty. My heart suddenly began to beat faster. I took another careful step. “Lucian?” “I’m here.” I jumped. I turned around to see Lucian, standing at the end of the hallway. And smiled. The moment I saw him, something inside me loosened. He walked toward me. “You’re late.” “I know.” His eyes moved over me. “You okay?” I nodded. “I’m fine.” His gaze lingered on my face. “You don’t look fine.” I smiled. “I’m just tired.” He seemed unconvinced. But instead of questioning me, he reached for my hand. “Come with me.”

I woke up slowly. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. Until I felt the warmth beside me. I opened my eyes to see Lucian still asleep beside me.His face was turned slightly toward me, his dark hair messy against the pillow. I smiled. Yesterday came rushing back to me—the ultrasound, Lucian’s stunned expression, the tear that had slipped down his cheek, his arms around me. The memory of how he had carried me like I was the most precious thing in the world, and his voice when he had promised to protect me... to protect our baby. I placed a hand over my stomach. There was still nothing to feel—nothing to see. But I knew there was a tiny life inside me. Our baby. I couldn’t stop smiling. I turned onto my side and watched Lucian sleep. It was strange seeing him this peaceful. The man who carried the weight of a company like Dhark Holdings on his shoulders looked completely different when he slept. Younger. Softer. Almost boyish. His hand suddenly mo

By the time I arrived at Sinclair & Co., the building was already buzzing with activity. We were going back to court in two days. After the two week break from the case, everyone was working twice as hard to make sure we were ready for court. Files were being reviewed, witness statements were being organized and all the lawyers involved were going over every piece of evidence we had gathered against Eva. Hart Sullivan had become unexpectedly useful. Since agreeing to cooperate, he had been working closely with our legal team. His information had helped us fill in gaps we hadn’t known existed. Dates, names, messages and even places. Everything he knew about Eva’s schemes was slowly becoming another piece of the case. For the first time, I felt like we weren’t simply reacting to Eva anymore. We were building something concrete that could finally bring her down. I walked toward Margot’s office. Before I could knock, her voice came from inside. “Come in!” She must

The city moved past the tinted windows of my car that morning, but I barely noticed it. My thoughts were still at home—with Claire and the tiny life growing inside her. Our child. I still couldn’t quite believe it. Every time I thought about it, something unfamiliar settled in my chest. Joy. Pure, overwhelming joy. Claire was going to be a mother. And I was going to be a father. I found myself smiling. A ridiculous smile, one I don’t think I had worn in years. I imagined a nursery. I further imagined Claire standing in the middle of it, complaining that I had bought too many things—I already knew I would. I imagined tiny clothes hanging in a closet. I wanted to build the crib myself. I imagined small hands, tiny feet… Maybe a daughter. The thought made my smile deepen. Then I remembered the ultrasound image Claire had shown me. The tiny shape in the picture. My child—our child. An ugly memory resurfaced—Eva. The fake pregnancy. The fake ultrasound

By the time I got home that evening, the mansion felt different. Maybe it was because I felt different. Walking through those doors without wondering whether I still belonged here, was something I had to get used to. I was carrying a secret that had already begun changing everything. Our baby. I didn’t have to look too far for Camilla. I found her in the kitchen, standing by the counter, arranging dinner ingredients. When she heard me walk in, she turned immediately. “There you are,” she said. Her eyes moved over me. “You’re home later than usual.” “I know.” I smiled. “I got caught up at work.” Camilla nodded, returning to what she was doing. “How was your day?” She asked. I leaned against the counter. “Long,” I groaned. “Did you eat?” I laughed softly. “You sound like Lucian.” “Someone has to make sure you two survive.” I smiled in appreciation, then looked at her. That’s when I remembered there was something I needed to tell her—something I had