The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 107

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN MARGOT’S POV

I didn’t go far when I left Claire’s room.

Just enough distance to think.

The hallway was quieter than it should have been for a place like this. Too controlled. Too measured.

The kind of silence that didn’t come naturally-it was enforced. Maintained because Lucian Dhark had given specific orders on how Claire should be treated- naturally, people followed the orders of a man

like that to the latter.

And naturally, Eva Sterling wanted a man like that for herself.

I paused near the end of the corridor, my gaze sweeping once over the space, slowly.

Nurses moved, doctors passed.

Everything looked exactly as it should.

And yet, it didn’t sit right.

This wasn’t an accident.

The thought wasn’t new.

It hadn’t been new the moment I saw the structure right above Claire and I collapse. Unfortunately, it was

Claire who took the hit.

And now, standing here, away from the immediate urgency, away from Claire’s pale face and Nathaniel’s barely controlled tension-

My thoughts were finally settling into something firmer. Into something certain.

I turned slightly, glancing back toward the room I had just left.

Claire was awake.

That alone changed things.

She wasn’t just a victim anymore. She was a witness.

And that made her dangerous. And maybe even a target.

Eva Sterling didn’t create chaos.

She curated it.

Carefully, patiently, deliberately. I had seen it happen before.

Not in speculation, not in rumor either, but in evidence.

1/5

SAPTER ONE NONDRED AND SEVEN MARGOTS POV

+25 Bonus

In patterns that never quite made it to court. Evidence that was never solid enough to even bring before a judge.

My jaw tightened slightly as Elise’s face flickered briefly across my mind.

My sister- bright, beautiful and trusting. She had been destroyed in a way that left no fingerprints behind. Because Eva never struck directly. She would simply set things in motion and stepped aside, letting everything fall exactly where she wanted it to.

And tonight-

Tonight had been too precise.

Claire and I’s position… the timing of the collapse.

No. This wasn’t random.

While I might have made a few enemies over the years, I couldn’t think of anyone who would go as far as

murder-none but Eva.

My phone was already in my hand before I consciously reached for it.

I dialed without hesitation.

“Margot.” I said once the call was answered. “Get me everything from tonight,” I said immediately.

“Already working on it.”

“Not fast enough,” I replied calmly. “I want pressure applied. Officially.”

Another pause.

“You’re escalating?”

“Yes.” I answered without hesitation.

“Understood.”

I continued. “One of our employees was nearly killed tonight. That makes this a liability issue at minimum -and potentially criminal. I want the authorities involved before anyone has time to clean this up.”

“You think it was deliberate?” Came the question. I hated questions like that.

“I don’t think anything yet,” I replied evenly.

A lie.

“I’m making sure we find out.”

“Alright,” they said. “I’ll push it through.”

“Good.”

2/5

HUNDRED AND SEVEN MARCOTS POV

+25 Bonus

I ended the call without another word.

There was no room for hesitation now. No time to let Eva cover up any evidence. Not when the pattern

was this clear.

Not when Claire was lying in that room because of it.

Leaning slightly against the wall, my gaze drifted briefly to the far end of the corridor again.

Then my phone buzzed lightly in my hand.

I opened it the message.

A file attachment- a file I had requested to be sent to me. Because when I had a feeling, I investigated it.

The report loaded immediately I tapped the file open.

I had seen it before- actually, everyone had.

Claire’s infertility report.

The document that had spread like wildfire. The one that had quietly, efficiently dismantled her image in the public eye and possibly broken something in her as a woman.

I scanned it again, like by line.

Not for content, but for detail. For inconsistencies. For anything that didn’t quite belong.

And then-

I paused.

My eyes settled on the signature at the bottom of the page.

A familiar name. Too familiar.

My grip on the phone tightened slightly.

I zoomed in and read it again.

Slowly. Carefully. It wasn’t mistake.

I had seen that name before.

Not in passing, not vaguely either.

“August Ramon” was a name in the file.

The file I had built piece by piece over the years.

The file that contained every loose thread, every unresolved incident, every person who had circled too close to Eva Sterling and never walked away clean. Every person Eva had destroyed, as well as the

3/5

NORED AND SEVEN MARGOTSPON

+25 Bonus

persons who had aided her.

August Ramon was the doctor.

He was in it. Not central, not obvious, but present. Connected. An associate of Eva’s.

He was someone who had appeared just often enough within the perimeter of Eva’s past situations to be noted-but never proven.

My pulse didn’t spike. But the implication had settled immediately-cold, clear and deliberate.

I looked back at the report- at the clean formatting, at the official tone.

At the conclusion that had been accepted so easily. So publicly and so destructively.

And for the first time, I didn’t see it as fact.

I saw it as construction.

Carefully built, strategically placed and timed. Just like everything else Eva had ever planned.

“This wasn’t an accident.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify