The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 303

Hart was my last call.

I knew that even before I dialed the prison. Perhaps that was why I stared at my phone for so long.

Once, I had been able to call him and know everything would happen exactly the way I wanted.

He listened. He obeyed. He never questioned me.

Back then, Hart Sullivan would have given his life to protect me.

Now everything was different. That bitch Margot Sinclair was messing with his head.

I pressed the call button.

It took a while before someone answered.

“Eva?” Hart’s voice came from the other end of the line, rough and tired.

I poured myself another glass of wine before going straight to the point.

“Will you testify for me?”

The silence that followed was gut-wrenchingly tight.

Then he broke it with a bitter laugh.

“No,” he spat.

My heart sank.

“What has happened to you, Hart?” I asked. “You didn’t even think about it.”

“I don’t need to.”

“You owe me!” I yelled before I could stop myself. “You owe me your life!”

It was true. Being with a woman like me was the only thing that gave Hart purpose in life.

Even when I had first dated Lucian all those years ago, I still had to keep Hart around because I didn’t want him to do anything stupid or harm himself if he felt I had abandoned him.

And this is how the lowlife repays me.

“I’ve done enough,” Hart said.

I walked toward the sofa and sat down, trying to regulate my breathing.

“You wouldn’t have a home or even be alive if it weren’t for me!” I snapped. “I put clothes on your back for a decade, Hart!”

“I know.”

“And even after everything I’ve done for you—”

“You did it because you needed me,” he concluded.

His voice was calm—too calm. That irritated me more than anger would have.

“You sound very ungrateful.”

“I don’t care anymore.”

I stared at the wine in my glass.

“You don’t care?” I repeated.

“No.”

“You’ve become very fickle.”

Hart sighed. “I’m done doing your bidding, Eva.”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak.

‘Done.’

That word had begun appearing far too often lately.

Theo was done.

Ramon was done.

Hart was done.

Lucian too, was done with me.

Even people who had once needed me had suddenly discovered principles.

Because I still had something they didn’t know about.

I still had a pawn inside the Dhark mansion. Someone who had been there long before Claire returned—before Lucian even married her.

Someone who owed me.

I smiled to myself.

Then Claire’s face came to mind, and my smile turned sour.

She was weeks pregnant. Happy, no doubt. Loved, protected… she probably thought she had finally won.

She probably thought the years of pain were now behind her. She probably thought Lucian’s arms around her meant she was safe.

She couldn’t be more wrong. And I would make sure of it, with or without Hart.

I took another sip of wine, and my eyes drifted toward the dark window.

No.

Claire had taken too much from me. First Lucian—we hadn’t even been broken up for a full year when he met and married her.

She took the marriage I had always wanted. Then the life I had imagined for myself.

And now she was carrying his child.

They were creating their own family, even after all I had done to ensure they couldn’t.

Claire Moreau was getting everything I had wanted. She was getting everything that should have been mine—things she didn’t deserve or work for.

I stared at my reflection.

My smile slowly returned.

The court could take my reputation. It could even take my freedom.

It could take everything else, but I wouldn’t let Claire have the one thing I couldn’t have.

I lifted the glass again.

Claire wouldn’t have a baby while I didn’t have one.