The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 306

I rose to my feet shortly afterward.

“Your Honor, the prosecution would like to call its next witness.”

The courtroom quieted.

Everyone knew who it was before I even said the name. At the very least, they suspected.

“Hart Sullivan.”

A murmur swept through the room.

Reporters immediately began typing.

Some people turned to look at Eva, while others started whispering among themselves.

The judge struck his gavel.

“Order!”

Gradually, the room settled into silence again.

I looked at Eva.

For the first time since she’d entered the courtroom, something had changed in her expression.

It was barely noticeable—a tightening of her jaw, a narrowing of her eyes—but it was there.

Then the courtroom doors opened and Hart walked in with two officers.

He looked different—not physically—but something about him had changed since the last time I saw him.

Perhaps I expected him to appear nervous—he didn’t.

His eyes weren’t searching for Eva. He simply walked forward.

Then finally, his eyes landed on her.

Eva stared back.

For several seconds, their eyes remained locked on each other.

I held my breath.

Then Hart finally looked away. And he didn’t look back.

Something inside me relaxed slightly.

He had really detached himself from her. Finally.

After everything they’d been through, everything he’d done for her, everything he’d sacrificed for her…

He had finally chosen to walk away.

Hart took his place, and the court officer swiftly administered the oath.

He swore to tell the truth, then sat in the witness box, his hands resting loosely in front of him.

The courtroom had gone completely silent with anticipation.

I stood slowly from my seat, and made my way toward the witness box, files in my hand.

My strides appeared more confident than I actually felt.

Hart’s eyes followed me. He didn’t look away.

“Mr. Sullivan.” I called.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He looked down briefly. “Because I loved her very much.”

I let the answer sit for a moment.

When I was sure the silence had had the desired effect, I continued.

“Did you still consider yourself her partner after she became famous?” I questioned.

Hart shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“I was her partner whenever she wanted me around.” He answered.

There was something bitter in his voice.

I looked toward the jury to make sure they were paying attention. They were.

Good.

“So, despite her fame, the relationship continued whenever Eva believed it was convenient for her?”

“Yes.”

“Did you believe she loved you?”

Hart’s expression changed, like he was thinking. “At the time?”

“Yes.”

“I thought she was the love of my life.”