Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 6

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On the way home, I went over everything I would need to prepare to leave Matthew.

Divorce documents.

Pack obligations.

Hospital duties.

Everything had a process. Everything could be handled.

But when I stepped inside and saw Theo’s innocent, adorable face, my chest tightened despite myself.

Was I really going to make Theo live the rogue life I once had?

My fingers clenched tightly at my side.

Then Theo ran up to me, slipping his small hand into mine. The warmth of his touch made my grip loosen. With his other hand, he tugged at my clothes, proudly showing me his new score on his assignment.

“Mum, look, I got a 10 out of 10. I’m the only student that got it all.” I was taken back by the change in Theo, he was actually noticing me.

I smiled at him as I ruffled his hair and said, “I’m so proud

of you, Theo, I knew you could do this.” I said as he giggled before continuing,

“Does this mean that I can ask you for anything? A gift for doing a good job? I worked extra hard on this, you know.”

He said looking nervous, unsure of his request as I held his shoulders and said, “Absolutely, what do you want from me, tell me and I’ll agree.” I said as he searched my face to see if I was lying and then beamed when he saw that I was being serious.

“It is a wish, but I will use it later. Come on mum, come play with me, I’m building a castle all alone.” He said pulling me, towards his room as I realized something.

Mia wasn’t around which was why he was giving me his attention, just like before. Theo wasn’t doing anything wrong, he was being influenced by Mia when she was around, and this gave me hope.

Mia didn’t look like someone who has contracted feral Lupin disease. Some of the symptoms doesn’t match, with the textbook diagnosis of such disease. If I could make Matthew see that she was faking it, perhaps there was still a chance to save this marriage. But if he chose to stay with Mia anyway, then he could, but Theo was my son and I would die before giving him up easily.

Emboldened by this, I spent the next three days researching everything that I knew about Mia’s case.

The first breakthrough came from the hospital archives. I had access to patient records—not Mia’s specifically, since she wasn’t my patient, but I had colleagues who worked in the same system as me. Nurses who owed me favors. And I had called in, every single one that I had.

“Just need to verify some test results,” I told Sarah from records. “In case we missed anything before starting treatments to avoid being sued for negligence in the future. You know how it is.”

She did know. Some Karen’s have done this in the past, despite being at fault and hiding critical medical knowledge from us. So she didn’t think twice about it. She pulled the files without question.

Mia’s original blood work from thirteen months ago told a very different story than the one Matthew had been fed. The initial tests showed normal ranges across the board. Healthy.

But then there was a second set of results, dated one week later. Same tests, same patient ID number, but these showed the feral lupin phase 2 Markers. The decline was sudden and literally impossible. Feral Lupin was genetic. You were born with it or you weren’t. It didn’t suddenly appear in your blood work like magic or a contracted sexual disease.

Someone had doctored Mia’s records.

I printed everything.

The question was why. Why would she do this? What did she gain from—

But I knew the answer before I even finished the thought. She gained Matthew. She gained my son. She gained my life, that she was enjoying living in.

She’d weaponized compassion from the two people that had everything she wanted. Mine and Matthew’s both.

And it had worked perfectly.

I heard Matthew come home around midnight on the third night. I’d been sitting at the kitchen table for hours, the evidence folder in front of me, rehearsing what I would say.

He looked tired when he walked in, his tie loosened, his jacket slung over his shoulder as he looked ready to collapse and call it a night.

“You’re still up,” he said, surprised. Then his eyes landed on the folder. “What’s that?”

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