WIFE KICKED MILLIONAIRE MEDICAL GOD HUSBAND

Chapter Three

Felix, still holding his nose, stared angrily but didn’t say anything. His boldness had faded. Lukas bent down and picked up the broken watch. The glass was cracked, and the hands were stopped, but he put it back in his pocket, silently promising to remember it.

Before Lukas could fully catch his breath, the sound of hurried footsteps approached. Two burly security guards appeared, gripping his arms tightly and pulling him out of the alley and into the grand lobby of Van der Meer Enterprises. Clara’s voice followed them, shrill and commanding.

Inside the cavernous hall, her words echoed as she gestured wildly at Lukas. “Arrest him!” she screeched. “He assaulted my son! He’s a danger!”

Lukas stood between two big security guards, their hands gripping his arms so tight it could leave bruises. He stayed silent with his jaw clenched, while Clara’s harsh words tried to make him look like a villain. 

Nearby, Felix leaned against a tall pillar, holding a bloodied handkerchief to his nose. His bruised face didn’t match his usual confident smirk.

“Clara, enough!” The voice cut through the clamor, sharp and authoritative, silencing the room. Elise eyes flickered with unease as they landed on Lukas, then Felix, and finally her mother. Behind her stood a woman Lukas didn’t recognize, her cream colored clothes and stilettos screamed wealth, and the way she looked around suggested she was no stranger to command.

“Elise, thank God,” Clara said, her voice dropping to a theatrical whimper. She rushed toward her daughter, her hands twisting. “This… this brute nearly killed Felix! Look at him!” She pointed at her son, whose bruised face and bloody nose made the people watching gasp.. “He attacked without provocation, in cold blood. I have witnesses!” She gestured to the security guards, who nodded grimly.

Lukas looked into Elise’s eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear. He saw the woman he once loved, the one who trusted him completely. She showed a little doubt—a small crease in her forehead and pressed lips but it was clear. She knew him well, the quiet herbalist who liked plants more than fighting. The man Clara talked about didn’t match who he really was.

“Explain,” Elise said, her voice low but firm, directed at Clara. “What happened?”

Clara straightened, seizing the moment. “He’s a thief and a thug,” she said, her eyes gleaming with vindication. “He took your settlement money: ten million euros and when Felix confronted him, he lashed out like a cornered animal. The guards saw it all. Tell her!” She turned to the nearest guard, a stocky man with a buzz cut, who stepped forward.

“It’s true, Ms. Van der Meer,” the guard said, his tone flat. “Brandt struck first. Knocked Mr. Felix to the ground, and hurt his face, unprovoked.”

Unprovoked?” Lukas said quietly but firmly. He tried to pull away from the guards, his eyes fixed on Elise. “They attacked me, Elise. Clara and Felix. They said I stole money I never took. Felix broke my grandfather’s watch—my watch. I was only defending myself.”

“Lies!” Clara snapped, her face flushing. “He’s twisting the truth to save himself. He’s always been jealous of you, Elise. He can’t stand your success.”

Elise’s gaze darted between Lukas and her family, begginning to lose her calm. She knew Clara’s penchant for drama, the way her mother could spin a narrative to suit her needs. But Felix’s injuries were undeniable: his swollen nose, a bruise blooming across his cheek. The guards’ corroboration added belief to Clara’s story, yet something didn’t add up. Lukas, unstable? The man who’d spent hours tending rare herbs with a patience she’d once envied? 

Before she could speak, the woman beside her stepped forward. “Enough of this circus,” she said, her French accent melodic. “Release him. Now.” Her dark eyes stared at the security guards, who paused and looked at Clara for directions. The woman’s lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Who are you to interfere?” Clara demanded, her voice rising.

“Sofia Laurent,” the woman replied, with an icy tone. “Viktor Stahl’s business partner, and I don’t appreciate hired muscle manhandling an innocent man.” She gestured to a pair of sleek-suited men who had entered behind her. Clara’s guards hesitated and started to hold Lukas’s arms less tightly.

“Sofia,” Elise murmured, a tone of surprise in her voice. She glanced at her ally, then back at Lukas, her mind racing. Sofia Laurent was a force, a French heiress whose investments in pharmaceuticals and tech rivaled Elise’s own empire. Her alliance with Viktor Stahl, the man who’d just hired Lukas, was no coincidence. But why was she here, defending him?

Sofia leaned toward Elise, her voice a whisper meant only for her. “Your mother’s playing a game,” she said. “The guards are hers, loyal to her wallet. Look at Lukas, does he strike you as a madman? Or is Clara spinning a tale to bury him?”

Elise quickly looked at Lukas, who stood strong even with the guards still there. His face was bruised from the alley, but he stayed calm and controlled his anger. She remembered the man who had helped her family when things were bad, the man who never hurt anyone on purpose. Clara’s wild behavior and Felix’s acting seemed planned, like a show to make Lukas look like the villain. But why would they do that?

“Let him go,” Elise said. The guards hesitated, looking to Clara, but Sofia’s men stepped closer. Reluctantly, the guards released Lukas, who rubbed his arms where their hands had dug in.

“This isn’t over,” Clara hissed, her eyes blazing at Lukas. “You’ll pay for what you did to my son.”

Lukas didn’t say anything. He just looked at Elise. For a moment, they stared at each other without words. 

“Thank you,” Lukas said quietly, nodding to Sofia. She gave a quick nod, her dark eyes assessing him with curiosity.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Sofia replied. “Viktor needs you alive, not tangled in family feuds.” She looked at Elise, sharing a knowing look, then turned and walked away with her men following.

As Lukas walked toward the lobby’s glass doors, the people moved aside to let him pass. Elise watched him leave, feeling torn between her family’s accusations and the man she once loved. Clara’s story seemed believable—with witnesses, injuries, and a story that fit the idea of a hurt ex-husband. But Lukas stayed calm, and the way he looked at her brought back a small bit of trust she thought was gone. Was Clara twisting the truth to protect the family? Or was Lukas hiding something worse?