The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 131

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE EVA’S POV

The door closed behind Lucian with a soft click.

For a moment, I didn’t move.

The silence that followed wasn’t unfamiliar. This stupid mansion was built on silence-polished,

deliberate and watchful. But this felt… different.

It felt tighter.

I exhaled slowly, although my gaze remained fixed on the door long after he was gone.

I was almost certain it was that dull old housekeeper that had called him.

The conversation between Lucian and I didn’t go the way it was supposed to.

I replayed it anyway.

His voice, his expression. The way he had barely even raised his tone, hadn’t reacted, hadn’t engaged.

He hadn’t tried to negotiate or attempted to hold on.

My fingers curled slightly at my sides.

He didn’t try to stop me.

That was the part that didn’t fit. That was what annoyed me so much.

Not with everything else.

Lucian Dhark didn’t walk away from things that mattered to him.

Unless-

I straightened, forcing the thought away before it could settle.

No.

He was simply reacting.

After finding out that the heir he and his board desperately wanted was nowhere within reach…

Anyone would react.

I turned away from the door, moving further into the room.

My hand brushed over the edge of the dresser, adjusting a glass that had been slightly out of place.

The small correction reminded me of something very important- control wasn’t something you lost.

It was something you recalibrated.

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Lucian would come back.

He would think it through. And when he did, he would realize exactly what was at stake.

He would realize just how much he had to lose.

I inhaled deeply then. Control was still where it needed to be.

I glanced at my reflection briefly.

Fertile or not, my beauty was still untouched.

That’s the difference between Claire and I; even without producing an heir, I could still be useful.

But then a thought slipped in, and my gaze stilled.

Margot.

The hospital.

The report she was hellbent on investigating.

Now that was something to worry about, even more than Lucian’s outburst.

If something slipped…

I picked up my phone before the thought could go any further.

This time, the line rang longer.

When he answered, his voice was already tense.

“I told her no.”

Straight to the point. Good.

“I didn’t ask what you told her,” I replied calmly. “What I’m curious about is what she knows.”

A pause.

“She’s asking questions,” he admitted. “Specific ones.”

My grip tightened slightly on the phone.

“About what?”

“The report. The timeline. How it was… documented.” Dr. Ramon stated.

I went still.

“And you said nothing?” I asked again, almost impressed that he had managed to Evade all of Margot Sinclair’s questions.

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“Of course I said nothing.”

Another pause.

Then, quieter-

“But she won’t stop.”

I didn’t respond immediately. Because that part, I believed.

Margot Sinclair didn’t just let things go.

Not once she started pulling at a thread.

“Just keep resisting her.” I instructed lightly. “She’ll see it’s just another dead end, soon enough,”

The call ended shortly after.

This time, I didn’t move right away or start pacing.

I just stood there, letting everything settle into place.

Dr. Ramon was doing a good job resisting Margot. But again, of course he was. He knew what was at

stake- both of our careers.

But if Margot found my other… associate who had helped orchestrate that crash…

Well, that would be the end of the road for me.

I could only hope he was laying low, just like I instructed.

I had waited for so long because I had control; over Lucian, over Claire, over this narrative.

Now I don’t.

That changed things.

Waiting was no longer strategy. It was risk.

I turned toward the wardrobe, opened it and started packing.

Not hurriedly, and definitely not frantically.

Each piece I packed was chosen, folded, placed with care. Essentials first. Then what mattered. Nothing

unnecessary.

This wasn’t leaving or even surrendering.

This was repositioning- nothing more.

The suitcase filled steadily, and by the time I closed the final compartment, everything was already decided.

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I reached for my phone again and dialed.

This time, I didn’t bother with preamble.

“I need people.”

A pause came from the other end. “Tonight?”

“Yes. Tonight.”

I moved to the window, glancing out at the grounds below without really seeing them.

“Make sure they’re already in position before I step outside.”

Then-

“Make no mistakes.” I added.

I ended the call before there were any questions. Before anything unnecessary could be said.

I walked back to the suitcase, closing it fully this time. I turned toward the mirror, let my hair down and

ruffled it.

Then I picked up my makeup brush.

If Lucian wanted control…

He just lost it.

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