The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 98

CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT_ LUCIAN’S POV

The tension in the house was thick.

It lingered in the air-sharp and uneven-like something had already gone wrong and no one had decided whether to speak about it or not.

I loosened my tie as I stepped into the living room, my gaze sweeping across the space without really settling.

Everything looked… in place.

But it didn’t feel that way.

A voice cut through the quiet.

Sharp. Impatient.

“Camilla, I said not this set.”

Eva.

I didn’t need to see her to know the expression she wore when she spoke like that.

I turned slightly toward the dining area.

Camilla stood near the table, her posture straight but careful, hands steady despite the tension in her shoulders. In front of her, a tray-perfectly arranged.

Eva stood across from her.

Impeccable.

Untouched.

And visibly displeased.

“I told you I wanted something lighter,” Eva continued, her tone clipped. “Do you not listen, or do you just

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Camilla didn’t respond immediately.

“I’ll correct it, ma’am,” she said calmly.

“That shouldn’t be necessary if you were competent in the first place.”

That was enough.

“Eva.”

My voice cut cleanly through the room.

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Eva turned immediately, and the irritation on her face shifted instantly, into something calmer.

Regaining composure very quickly was one of her talents.

“Lucian,” she said, as if nothing had happened. “You’re back.”

My gaze stayed in Camilla, not Eva.

“You can go,” I said.

She hesitated for a second, before nodding and stepping away quietly.

The moment Camilla left the room, I turned to Eva with disdain.

“Don’t ever speak to the staff like that again.”

Her expression didn’t change. If anything, she got more defensive.

“She works for me,” Eva replied haughtily. “Or did you forget that?”

“She works here,” I corrected. “Not for your convenience.”

Eva let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “You’re defending her?”

“I’m telling you to show basic respect.” I stated.

Eva narrowed her blue eyes at me. “And since when does that matter so much to you?”

I should have stopped there.

I didn’t.

“Since I’ve seen how it should be done.”

The words left before I could filter them. Before I could stop myself.

Eva stilled, her eyes widening slightly.

“Of course,” she said softly. “Claire.”

I should have responded. I didn’t.

That was enough of an answer.

Eva flashed a smile the fakest of smiles. “You’re comparing me to her now?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Her tone changed, losing its polish, and revealing something sharper underneath.

“You always do,” she continued. “Don’t you?”

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I exhaled slowly, feeling my patience thinning.

“This isn’t about her.” I said.

“It’s always about her,” Eva snapped.

Silence stretched between us, until Eva broke it.

“You think I don’t see it?” she went on.

The coarse shift in her voice and the veins appearing on her neck were enough proof that she was losing control. “The way you look at her? The way you react when her name comes up?”

I said nothing.

“Even now,” she added, furious, “you’re still in love with her.”

That was where it should have ended.

It didn’t.

“Watch what you say.” I warned.

Eva’s eyes flashed defiantly.

“Or what?” she challenged. “You’ll defend her again?”

I stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately.

“Be careful,” I said quietly.

But Eva didn’t stop. In fact, she never knew when to.

“She’s not even worth it,” She continued, her voice cutting now, more dangerous. “You’re comparing me to a woman who is not even half of me. She has nothing on me!”

That did it.

“Enough!”

The word came out louder than I intended, but I didn’t pull it back.

“You don’t get to speak about her like that.”

Eva went still for a moment, watching me with wide eyes.

Then she let out a soft laugh of disbelief.

“Oh, I see,” she said. “So that’s what this is.”

I didn’t respond.

Because I already knew where she was going.

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“You’re not angry about anything else,” she continued, her gaze locking onto mine. “You’re angry because of her.”

That was when I stopped holding back.

“One hundred and seventy million.”

The room went silent.

Completely.

Eva didn’t move.

But I saw it.

That fraction of a second.

That shift.

Small.

Almost invisible.

But enough.

Confirmation.

Her recovery was immediate.

Too immediate.

“You think I need your money?” she asked, her tone light, almost amused.

There it was.

Deflection.

Reframe.

Offense.

All in one breath.

I watched her.

Carefully.

“She wasn’t denying it.”

The realization settled cleanly.

“She was managing it.”

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“You’ve been moving funds,” I continued, my voice quieter now-but sharper. “Through accounts you shouldn’t have access to.”

Her expression didn’t falter.

Impressive.

But not convincing.

“You’re reaching,” she said.

“No,” I replied evenly. “I’m not.”

Something flickered in her eyes this time.

Not fear.

Not yet.

But awareness.

And that was enough to push me further.

“You already have everything,” I said, the control in my voice slipping just slightly. “More than enough to maintain whatever lifestyle you think you need.”

I stepped closer.

“And yet-you still took it.”

Her jaw tightened.

“All of it,” I added. “Including the fifty million that wasn’t even meant for you.”

That landed.

I saw it.

And for the first time-

My anger wasn’t controlled.

“You had no reason to touch that,” I said, my voice dropping lower, more dangerous. “None.”

Eva’s composure cracked-just slightly.

But when she spoke, her voice was sharper than ever.

“You’re not angry about the one hundred and seventy million,” she said.

I didn’t interrupt.

“You’re angry about the fifty.”

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Silence

Heavy.

Accurate.

Her lips curved faintly.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” she continued. “Claire.”

I didn’t react.

Didn’t give her the satisfaction.

But she didn’t need it.

“She’s still in your head,” Eva said, her voice turning colder. “Still in every decision you make. Every

reaction.”

Her gaze dragged over me.

Judging.

Certain.

“You had me,” she went on. “And you’re still thinking about a woman who has nothing on me.”

I didn’t respond.

Because anything I said would have been unnecessary.

And she knew it.

“You’re a fool,” she finished. “To have everything-and still want less.”

Silence settled again.