The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 166

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX NATHANIEL’S POV

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Professor Grant left quietly after the revelation, promising to inform us if anything else came up.

And when the conference room doors closed behind him with a soft click, leaving only Claire and me sitting in silence, neither of us found it possible to move immediately.

Eva Sterling’s infertility report still lay open on the table between us.

I picked it up again slowly, scanning the pages more carefully this time.

Ten years ago- Eva was already on her rise to stardom.

The date sat heavily in my mind.

And the wording-

Jesus Christ.

The diagnosis looked almost identical to Claire’s.

Same phrasing, same condition, same conclusions.

It was just too identical.

I finally looked up at Claire.

She looked pale now.

Not just shocked, but shaken.

“This could mean your diagnosis was fake,” I said carefully.

Claire swallowed hard but didn’t argue.

Because she knew it too.

“How possible is it,” I continued calmly, “that both of you would have the exact same diagnosis written almost the exact same way?”

Claire stared blankly at the report for several long seconds before she finally spoke.

“I remember the day Lucian and I got the results.”

Something in her voice made my chest tighten immediately.

She laughed softly afterward. It was a hollow, dad sound.

“I thought that was the worst day of my life.”

I remained silent, because I knew she had more to say.

Then her eyes lowered.

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“Until the report leaked.”

That one hit harder.

I hadn’t been paying much attention to Claire then, but I remembered the headlines.

The cruelty.

The public humiliation.

The endless commentary dissecting her body like she wasn’t a real human being with emotions.

And suddenly all I could think about was how long she had carried this pain.

How long she had believed that something was wrong with her.

I moved closer instinctively.

“Claire.”

She shook her head slightly, like she was trying not to fall apart.

“I blamed myself for everything,” she admitted quietly. “The board. The pressure. Lucian wanting an heir

Her voice cracked softly.

“I thought my body failed him.”

Anger rose in me so fast it almost startled me.

At Eva.

At the doctor.

At whoever had participated in this.

I reached for her hand immediately.

“She’s going to pay for this.”

Claire looked at me then.

And despite how shaken she was, I could still see uncertainty in her eyes.

Because we didn’t know for sure yet.

Not yet.

I exhaled slowly and forced myself back into logic.

“We need another test.”

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Claire visibly stiffened.

I squeezed her hand gently.

“If your results aren’t the same diagnosis,” I said carefully, “then we have evidence of falsification.”

I paused.

“And evidence of a crime.”

Against Eva and against the doctor.

It seemed like an eternity before Claire finally nodded.

The private hospital was discreet enough that no one recognized us. And if they did, they didn’t show it

That was exactly why I brought her there.

I knew one of the senior physicians personally, and most importantly, I trusted him.

Claire remained unusually quiet beside me the entire time.

Not cold.

Not distant.

Just afraid.

I understood why.

Hope could be terrifying after years of grief.

Especially when you had already built your life around loss.

The examinations took longer than either of us expected.

By the time everything was finished and we were waiting for results in the physician’s office, exhaustion

had settled in the room.

Claire sat beside me on the leather couch with her arms folded tightly across her body.

She was tense, but silence.

I could practically feel the anxiety radiating off her body.

Then slowly, her head rested against my shoulder.

I looked down immediately to see that her brown eyes were already closed.

She had fallen asleep, completely exhausted.

Something inside me softened at the sight of her just sleeping on my shoulder.

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Claire had endured more than most people ever knew-more than most people ever could.

The public humiliation.

The divorce.

The scandals.

The infertility diagnosis.

And somehow, she still remained kind.

Still cared about people.

Still fought for others even while hurting herself.

I brushed a strand of hair carefully away from her face.

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