Caroline’s POV:As the days passed and chemo began to zap away my strength, I gradually began to grow weaker and more gaunt. With each glance in the mirror, I felt like a little more of me was being drained away by the day. I looked awful, and it would only be a matter of time before my hair would eventually fall away.I withdrew from the outside world. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this: withered and slowly fading away. My body felt ugly and weak, and it didn’t help that I was now famous for being the divorced wife of a famous billionaire CEO.My only solace were Martin and Cindy, who were there for me every step of the way, holding my hand when I needed it the most. They were lights in my life that filled me with warmth and reassurance, and I was so happy to have friends like them.Cindy was especially involved in my post-divorce life. She lined my closet with beautiful clothes, constantly stocked up my makeup supply, and even took me out to my favorite places to help me feel
Caroline’s POV:I could have seen that crash play out in front of me a hundred times, and yet I still wouldn’t have believed what I just saw. He’d deliberately hit Martin’s car in an attempt to abscond with me trapped in his car. Was William crazy? Any fear that remained in me swiftly morphed into fury. He’d just hit my friend’s car! Martin could be dead for all I know! The thought of jumping out of the vehicle to run to Martin crossed my mind, uncaring of the fact that we were still moving.“The doors are locked,” William reminded me as I struggled to yank open the door. “Don’t even think about it, Caroline. He’s fine, see?”Willing myself to believe him, I looked back at Martin’s car and was relieved to see him getting out of the driver’s set unscathed. “Oh thank God,” I whispered, “he’s alright.”William piped up, anger simmering in his voice. “Why do you care about him so much?” he scowled, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than before. “Were you sleeping with him?”I
Caroline’s POVA tense silence filled the room. William and I were too stunned to speak as the red mark in his cheek burned. Finally, as if in a fit of sobriety, William got off of me.William endeavored to speak, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a minute of floundering for what to say, he spoke, his voice cold and simmering with something I couldn’t quite pin. “You want to be alone? Fine, be alone.”With a scowl and a biting look, he left, leaving me completely by myself.Sitting up in bed, my first priority was to calm my racing mind and pounding heart. I could hardly process all that had just taken place. What had he been planning to do with me? Was he insane?The motives behind William’s behavior eluded me, but at least he was no longer in the room. It gave me the opportunity to finally get some rest without having to worry about his invasive presence. Laying down in the master bed, my eyes slipped shut and I fell into a slow and uneasy sleep. When I awoke, it was du
Caroline’s POV:Silence reigned as William’s mind struggled to comprehend my words. Slowly, he grabbed a bottle of booze off of the coffee table and took a swig, followed by a look of genuine disbelief.“You won’t die,” he said at last, his voice cracking with emotion. “You can’t die. If you die, then… then I’ll die with you.”The cold grip of sadness had my heart in its clutches and I could only shake my head. The desperate look in his eyes only broke my heart. It’s just the alcohol, I tried to tell myself. He’s too wasted to understand what he was saying.“William, you’re drunk,” I whispered, my voice warbling with emotion. “What about Sophia and George? Did you just forget them?”Pain overtook his expression as he seemed to finally remember his future wife and his baby boy. “Oh, right,” he murmured, conflict evident in his tone. “I have a girlfriend and a child.” The look he gave me spoke of someone who was truly lost. “They need me. What am I going to do?”After all the pain he’d
William’s POV:I must have been losing my mind, because thoughts of Caroline followed me with no end in sight. Whether it be with anger or with a sudden sense of longing, my mind turned to her for hours on end. Not only did it fill me with deep frustration, but my beloved Sophia could tell just how distracted I was becoming.I shamefully found myself digging through Caroline’s social media just to see how she was getting along after the divorce. Surely she had to be miserable without me, missing me at every hour of the day. Instead, what I discovered were carefree photos of her downing drinks at a bar with that friend of hers (Cynthia? Candy? Her name didn't matter). Surrounding her were a plethora of strange, disgusting-looking men. As a man myself, the lustful looks in their eyes were easily recognizable, and just the sight alone made my blood begin to boil. It also led me to realize that Caroline was truly a charming woman, and she always had been. Men seemed to flock to her at j
My thoughts were in shambles as they raced to figure out what to say to William. The obvious answer was to speak the truth, but why would I tell him? After all the pain he had caused me and the conflicted feelings he’d stirred up, he didn’t deserve to still be involved in my life. Would he even care if I told him?Anger sparked within my heart and I gave a biting remark in return. “Maybe all that hair is from all the women you keep bringing back home.”William sputtered furiously on the other end of the phone. “How dare you?” he snapped, his voice a mix of rage and indignance. “I take you back to my home, let you take all your junk, give you a nice meal and a place to sleep, and this is how you treat me? You can rot for all I care!”The call was cut, leaving me with a feeling of relief. If I had played my cards right, I wouldn’t be hearing his scolding voice for a while. Despite my confidence, he was a tick I couldn’t be rid of, and he would always worm his way back in one way or anot
Caroline’s POV:When I gradually regained consciousness, I found myself in the passenger seat of a moving vehicle. I was overcome with shock when I realized I was inside a very familiar luxury Maybach. Only one person I knew owned such a rare and expensive car.With anxiety in my chest, I peered over, and sure enough, there was William in the driver’s seat. He drove with a cold expression, refusing to look at me while I sat there silently. Despite the whipping wind outside my window, I was surprised to find that I was pleasantly warm. Upon glancing down, I realized I was wrapped in a warm blanket. Did William put this over me?A mix of emotions swirled within me, but ruling among them was confusion. “Why are you here?” I croaked, my voice weak from sleep. “Did you come to save me?”William’s chuckle was dry and full of contempt. “You think I came on purpose? Don’t flatter yourself.”“You didn’t come on purpose?” Did I hear him correctly? “William, we live in the exact opposite direct
Caroline’s POV:This whole ordeal felt like it was straight out of a TV drama. William had an affair in our marriage, and now he had everything he could ever want: a beautiful girlfriend who wasn’t going to die in a matter of months, a rich and successful life, and a beautiful baby boy. So, why did he insist on invading my life?William’s actions were becoming more and more puzzling with each interaction we had. There were times where I felt like he might care about me, but it would then be followed up with scathing insults and cruel observations. The more we met up, the less I understood him.“I don’t need to get a checkup,” I told him coldly, but he ignored me and proceeded to brush off any other protests I had. He was deathly quiet as he stared ahead and took me to his villa, where I expected to stay there and behave. William mercifully left me alone during my first day there, but I hesitated to express my gratitude. Laden had yet to come, though William coldly reminded me multipl