The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 124

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR LUCIAN’S POV

“Start talking.”

She didn’t.

At least not immediately.

Eva stood where she was, her posture rigid, her breathing uneven enough for me to notice, even though she was trying to hide it.

Her eyes searched mine-not for comfort, not for understanding-but for information. Typical.

How much did I know?

More than enough.

“You’re overreacting,” she said finally, her voice steadier this time. “This is unnecessary.”

When she saw that I wasn’t responding, she moved closer to me.

“This is stress,” she continued, softening her voice. “After everything that’s happened-of course things look worse than they are.”

“You lied about being pregnant.”

The words cut through everything else.

Eva stopped for a moment, and swallowed.

“You don’t know that.” She said, her jaw tightening.

I let out a quiet breath, more disbelief than anything else. She really thought this would hold.

“Then perhaps I should call the doctor back in for an ultrasound.”

Silence pressed in around us, but Eva just stood in front of me, saying nothing.

For a second, she held my gaze like she thought she could outlast it. Like if she stayed still long enough, this would pass.

It wouldn’t.

It didn’t.

“You’re letting them get to you,” she said, shifting tactics. “Claire and Margot. They’ve always had influence over you.”

“This isn’t about them.” I snapped, feeling the rage I had tried so much to bottle up, threaten to explode.

Eva let out a short breath, almost a laugh. “Isn’t it? Everything is always about Claire!”

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“This is about you.”

That stopped her- not completely, but enough.

Her composure cracked slightly then.

“I’m carrying your child,” she said, sharper now. Louder.

Days ago, that line would have stopped me. It would have put an end to any argument, made me give in to whatever Eva desired.

But now? Now it meant nothing.

“No, you’re not.” I stated.

The silence that followed was different.

Heavier.

There was no space left to hide in it.

Her hands curled slightly at her sides. “You can’t just decide that-”

“I didn’t decide anything,” I said. “You did.”

She turned away for a moment, pacing once, twice, like movement could restore control.

It didn’t.

“This is ridiculous,” she said. “You bring some random doctor into our home, start asking invasive questions-what exactly are you trying to prove?”

“The truth.”

Eva stopped then.

Her back was still to me.

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For a second, I thought she might keep denying it. Keep pushing, keep deflecting.

Then she said something I didn’t expect:

“Because it was the only way to keep you.”

The words were quieter- not rehearsed, not controlled.

She turned back slowly, her eyes meeting mine again, and this time there was no calculation in them.

Only something rawer.

“You wouldn’t have stayed otherwise. A child was the only thing that could make you stay,” she added, her voice tightening. “You were already pulling away, trying to end what we had.”

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I didn’t respond.

“There was always something else,” she continued. “Something unfinished. Someone you wouldn’t let go

of.”

Her meaning was clear.

I ignored it.

“So you built a lie,” I said. “You chose deception, and expected it to hold.”

Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to argue.

But there was nothing left to argue with.

“I could have fixed it,” she said instead. “We could have moved past it. You didn’t have to do this.”

“The anniversary event you insisted we host here.”

Eva stilled.

“Claire almost dying here and in the hospital.” I continued.

I noticed Eva’s reaction then. It was small. Subtle.

But it was there. A fraction too careful.

And that confirmed my suspicions: Eva had tried to murder Claire.

With everything else I had found out- the one hundred and seventy million theft, the faked pregnancy- attempted murder shouldn’t come as a shock to me.

But it did.

Taking a life just because you needed to prolong a lie… that was just pure evil.

I shook my head, half in utter disbelief, half in acceptance. “How far did you go?” I asked.

Eva’s eyes snapped back to mine immediately. “What are you implying?”

“I’m asking a question.”

“I had nothing to do with that,” she said quickly, tears spilling from her blue eyes. “Nothing! You think I would risk that? After everything?”

I watched her, measuring the response. The urgency in her tone, the denial.

She believed what she was saying. Or at least-she needed me to.

“Yes, I think you would do everything to secure your position- the status you value more than anything!”

I didn’t realize when my voice rose.

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Then I paused for a second, inhaling deeply to stop myself. “That’s not what I asked, Eva.” I said, my voice dangerously low.

Her breathing shifted again, unsteady.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded, already hysterical. “I admitted it. Isn’t that enough?”

No.

Not even close.

“You don’t get to lie to me,” I said quietly, “and decide what’s enough.”

“Then what?” she asked, sobbing. “What are you going to do?”

Eva was weeping like she was on the set of a movie.

Her acting was impeccable, but I had never been the type of man to be easily moved by tears. And that wouldn’t change today.

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