The Wife He Threw Away 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 301 - 챕터 307

I poured myself another glass of wine. The bottle was already halfway empty, but I didn’t care. I had stopped caring about things like that a long time ago. Standing by the window of my apartment, staring down at the city while the lights blurred beneath me was therapeutic in its own way. Somewhere out there, people were living ordinary lives— Going to work, falling in love, getting married, having children… Things the universe had somehow decided I didn’t deserve to have. They probably had no idea how quickly everything could be taken away. I took a slow sip of my wine, then turned to look at my phone, sitting on the table behind me. I stared at it for a few seconds before reaching for it. There was one person I needed to speak to. I dialed the number. She answered after the second ring. “Hello?” Her voice was quiet. Careful. I smiled. “Tell me about them.” There was a pause. “Mr. and Mrs. Dhark?” “Who else would I mean?” I sassed. “I’m sorr

I woke before my alarm. For several seconds, I remained completely still, staring at the ceiling. Then I remembered what day it was. The trial was starting again. After two weeks of waiting, preparing and wondering what Eva Sterling would do next, we were finally going back into that courtroom. I sat up very slowly. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach—a new habit. There was nothing to feel yet—no movement, no bump, nothing that would tell the world that my entire life had changed. But I knew that there was a tiny life inside me. My baby. Our baby. A smile tugged at my lips before anxiety quickly swallowed it again. But then again, what reason did I have to be anxious? Hart Sullivan had agreed to cooperate. The phone he’d given Margot contained hundreds of messages between him and Eva, spanning across years. We now had more evidence than we had ever even imagined we could get our hands on.We had a witness who knew Eva better than almost anyone. An

I rose to my feet shortly afterward. “Your Honor, the prosecution would like to call its next witness.” The courtroom quieted. Everyone knew who it was before I even said the name. At the very least, they suspected. “Hart Sullivan.” A murmur swept through the room. Reporters immediately began typing. Some people turned to look at Eva, while others started whispering among themselves. The judge struck his gavel. “Order!” Gradually, the room settled into silence again. I looked at Eva. For the first time since she’d entered the courtroom, something had changed in her expression. It was barely noticeable—a tightening of her jaw, a narrowing of her eyes—but it was there. Then the courtroom doors opened and Hart walked in with two officers. He looked different—not physically—but something about him had changed since the last time I saw him. Perhaps I expected him to appear nervous—he didn’t. His eyes weren’t searching for Eva. He simply walked forward.