The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 267

The messages weren’t even always dramatic.

That was what disturbed me most.

She could ask him to investigate someone in the same tone another person might use to ask their assistant to book a restaurant.

And Hart would do it. No hesitation, no questions.

One particular message caught my eye.

“I need you to deal with this before it reaches Lucian.

Hart’s response came minutes later.

“So what if it reaches the douchebag?“

Then he added, “But consider it handled.”

I stared at the words.

“Margot…”

“I know.”

The corners of my mouth lifted. “This could win this whole case.”

“It could.” Margot affirmed carefully.

But something was still not adding up.

“Why would he give you this?”

Margot slowly locked the phone. “I think he was giving us something.”

“Or Eva is giving us something.” I added.

Margot raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean Hart might still be working for her.” I reasoned.

Judging by all the information we had gathered, Hart was fanatical in his love for Eva.

Trusting him just after he had been violent with Margot would be setting ourselves up for failure.

“He could.” Margot reasoned.

I looked at the phone again. “But why hand over evidence that could put her away?”

Margot was quiet for several seconds, thinking.

“Because I think he’s finally thinking about the plea.”

I leaned back. “You really believe that?”

She nodded firmly. “I believe he’s torn.”

“He could be, but torn isn’t enough.”

“I know.”

“He could testify for her tomorrow.”

Margot nodded. “He ould.”

“And if he does, everything changes.” I stated, just in case she hadn’t fully grasped how precarious the situation was.

“Yes.” Margot hummed.

She believed Hart was going to come to our side. I could see it in the way her shoulders were relaxed, and hear it in the calmness of her voice.

I wished I believed it too.

I looked toward the window.

The city was already awake. Cars moved along the streets below, people were going to work. It was rush hour.

Meanwhile, we were sitting in an office holding evidence that could determine the fate of an entire trial.

My heart sank.

“What did he decide?”

Daniel looked between us before answering. “She’s granted it.”

I felt my stomach drop.

But I was asking the next question before I could even fully recover from the first blow.

“How long?”

“Two weeks.” Daniel stated.

Two weeks.

Two entire weeks!

Eva would have time to regroup.

Her lawyers would have time to prepare and gather more witnesses.

And most importantly—

Hart Sullivan would have time to make a decision.

I looked at the phone on Margot’s desk.

Two weeks could change everything. Two weeks could destroy our case.

I wasn’t sure which possibility frightened me more.

“That’s a lot of time,” I whispered.

Margot looked at me. “A lot can happen in two weeks.”

And she was right.