The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 112

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE CLAIRE’S POV

This time, waking up felt like drowning.

It wasn’t the sharp kind of pain that dragged me back to consciousness before. It was heavier than that. Slower. Like something thick had held onto my body and refused to let go.

My eyes opened, but the world didn’t come with it at once. Everything was blurred at the edges- muffled and distant. My thoughts lagged behind, struggling to catch up.

My throat was as dry as the Sahara.

My limbs felt… wrong. Not exactly numb, but weighed down, like they didn’t quite belong to me.

The dizziness lingered though I hadn’t even moved.

I swallowed, wincing slightly as the motion sent a dull ache through my head.

And then-

It came back.

Not all at once. Not cleanly.

Fragments.

The movement at the door. The weird nurse. The IV; my hand pulling at it.

The urgency. The certainty that I was unsafe. That I had to leave.

Hands on me- voices and resistance.

They had stopped me. They had held me down.

My fingers twitched weakly against the sheets.

My chest tightened.

That hadn’t been a dream.

“Claire.”

The voice was low. Familiar.

My eyes shifted slowly toward the sound.

Lucian.

He was sitting beside the bed.

Still. Focused. Watching me like he had been there the entire time.

For a second, everything else faded.

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My fingers moved weakly, brushing against the skin there. Tender. Sore.

There were faint marks just beneath it.

Not from the needle.

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From fingers.

Pressure.

Restraint.

My stomach tightened.

It wasn’t in my head.

I hadn’t imagined it.

The door opened then.

Margot stepped in, her heels clicking softly against the floor before she came to a stop just inside the

room.

Her eyes moved quickly-sharp, assessing, taking everything in.

Me.

Lucian.

Nathaniel.

The tension.

“What happened?” she asked.

Her voice was calm.

Too calm.

I looked at her.

“They sedated me.”

The words landed harder than I expected.

Margot didn’t react immediately.

But I saw it.

The shift.

Subtle.

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Controlled.

Dangerous.

“Did you consent?” she asked.

“No.”

That was all it took.

Something in her expression hardened, her posture straightening just slightly as her mind shifted gears.

Legal.

Strategic.

Focused.

“I’ve already started pushing for an investigation,” she said. “Dhark Holdings is being pressured. If they don’t cooperate, we escalate.”

Lucian’s gaze sharpened almost instantly.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Margot turned to him.

“It already is.”

“You’re overstepping,” he said, his tone calm but edged. “You’re turning this into something bigger than it

needs to be.”

“Someone tried to kill her,” Margot replied evenly. “It is already bigger than you want it to be.”

The air in the room shifted.

Tighter.

Lucian’s jaw flexed slightly. “You’re talking about going against my corporation.”

“I’m talking about protecting my client,” Margot said. “And getting justice.”

“I’m handling it.”

“And yet,” she said, her gaze flicking briefly to me, then back to him, “she was just sedated without consent under your watch.”

The words cut clean.

Precise.

Lucian didn’t respond immediately.

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When he did, his voice was colder.

“I care about her wellbeing more than everyone in this room combined.”

Nathaniel let out a quiet breath.

Not amused.

Not impressed.

“You had the chance to prove that,” he said.

Lucian’s attention shifted to him slowly.

“And you think you can do better?”

Nathaniel didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

The word sat there.

Unapologetic.

Lucian took a step forward.

“You think that makes you the better man?”

“I think I wouldn’t have lost her in the first place,” Nathaniel replied.

The temperature in the room dropped.

I felt it.

Even in my state.

Even through the fog.

“Enough,” Margot cut in sharply.

Both men went still.

She didn’t raise her voice.

She didn’t need to.

“This is neither the time nor the place,” she continued. “If either of you wants to continue this, you can do it outside.”

Silence followed.

Heavy.

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Unresolved.

And then-

Margot’s phone rang.

The sound cut through the tension cleanly.

She glanced at the screen, her expression tightening just slightly before she answered.

“Yes?”

She turned away slightly, her voice lowering.

I couldn’t hear the other side.

Only her.

Short responses.

Controlled.

“Where?”

A pause.

“I see.”

Another.

Her posture shifted.