The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 113

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN_ LUCIAN’S POV

The room was quieter than it had any right to be.

Machines hummed softly. The IV dripped in steady intervals. Everything about it was controlled, measured, safe-at least on the surface.

I stood by the window for a moment before turning back to her.

Claire was awake.

Not fully recovered, not steady-but awake. And somehow, that felt more unsettling than anything else I had seen tonight.

Because now she could feel it too.

The wrongness.

I moved closer to the bed, stopping just short of where I could reach her without thinking about it.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

Her gaze shifted to me slowly, like it took effort.

“Like I was forced to sleep.”

The words were quiet. Flat.

But they landed.

I didn’t react immediately.

“What happened?” I asked instead. “Before they sedated you.”

Her fingers twitched slightly against the sheets.

“There was a nurse,” she said. “Something was off. I noticed it. Then the IV…” She paused, her brows pulling together faintly. “It didn’t feel right.”

I listened.

Every word.

Every detail.

“You tried to leave,” I said.

“Yes.”

“They stopped you.”

Her eyes met mine then.

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“They held me down.”

The image settled in my mind with a clarity I didn’t want.

I exhaled slowly.

“You shouldn’t have been in that position.”

Her expression didn’t change.

“I was invited.”

That hit harder than it should have.

Because it was true.

Because I had allowed it.

Silence stretched between us after that.

Long.

Heavy.

I didn’t leave.

I should have.

Instead, I pulled a chair closer and sat down.

Not too close.

But closer than before.

“I made a mistake,” I said.

Her eyes flickered slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.

“Letting you go was one of them.” 1

There it was.

Simple.

Uncovered.

And far too late.

She didn’t soften.

Didn’t look away.

“You made your choice,” she said.

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No anger.

No bitterness.

Just truth.

And somehow, that was worse.

I held her gaze for a moment longer than I should have.

There were things I could have said.

Things I almost said.

The words sat there-dangerous, unnecessary.

Asking for something I had no right to ask for.

So I stopped myself.

“I don’t expect anything from you,” I said instead.

Her lips parted slightly, like she might respond.

But she didn’t.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty.

It was full of everything neither of us said.

I stood.

“I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

It wasn’t a promise I made lightly.

And it wasn’t one I intended to break.

I turned and walked out of the room before I could stay any longer.

Before I could say anything else that didn’t belong to me anymore.

The shift was immediate.

The moment the door closed behind me, everything else came rushing back.

The hospital. The breach. The fact that someone had gotten close enough to touch her.

I didn’t slow down as I moved down the corridor.

I didn’t look at anyone.

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But I noticed everything.

The guards.

The staff.

The movement.

All of it.

And none of it felt secure enough.

When I stepped outside, the night air hit harder than expected.

Cool. Sharp.

Grounding.

She was there.

Eva.

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Waiting.

Of course she was.

She stood near the entrance, composed as always, but I could see it-the tension beneath it. The way her eyes searched my face the moment I appeared.

I didn’t greet her.

Didn’t acknowledge the wait.

I walked straight toward her.

“Someone tried to kill her.”

Her reaction was immediate.

A slight stillness.

A fraction too long.

Then-

“What?” she said, her voice laced with shock. “What are you talking about?”

I stopped in front of her.

Close enough that she couldn’t mistake the seriousness of what I was saying.

“This wasn’t an accident,” I continued. “Not at the mansion. Not here.”

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CONTUNDRED AND THIRTEEN TOCIANS POV

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