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
Caroline’s POV:I was shocked at the speed in which William returned, but despite witnessing the anger on his face, I was unafraid. He had been lying to me for all these years, scheming against my father. Did I ever truly know the man I married?“I knew you were in dire straits, Caroline,” William sneered, “but are you seriously this poor? You’re resorting to stealing trade secrets from me now, is that it? How dare you?” In the face of such ugly accusations, my disappointment in him only grew. The wretched man before me was nothing but a complete stranger. I feared to think that the man I loved had been nothing but a facade.Instead of indulging his baseless accusations, I snagged the laptop and turned it to face him. Surprise and anger flitted across his face as the video was shown to him again. “What is this?” I demanded.A sneer tugged at William’s lips. “You tell me.”Anger roared like a fire in my core. How could he speak to me like that in the face of all the evidence laid befo
Caroline’s POV:Fear was absent from my heart as I stared William down, holding my wounded arm. He approached me with anger etched into his features.“You’re insane,” he said outright. “If you think this is going to garner any sort of sympathy from me, you’re dead wrong. Your father owes Sophia everything, and you’d do well to keep that in mind!”“Mr. Anderson, you need to calm down,” the doctor ordered sternly, approaching me with bandages to compress my wound and stop the bleeding. A pang of sympathy hit me, for it was clear he was already exhausted from all the drama. “You’re only going to make things worse than they already are.”Any arguments William had died when he got a sharp glare from the doctor, and he reluctantly stepped aside. The doctor carefully sat me down and diligently inspected my arm. “You did a number on yourself,” he murmured, beginning to wrap the bandages around my arm. “I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt.”I had no regrets about mutilating myself, but it sti
Caroline’s POV:When the man behind the mask revealed himself, relief enveloped me like a warm hug. “Martin, thank heavens,” I whispered, embracing him tightly.Martin laughed and hugged me right back, a smile scrawled over his face. “Yeah, it’s me,” he replied softly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Now, what’s going on?”“William is looking for me,” I informed hurriedly, terrified that William would enter at any moment. “He wants the doctors to give me a full physical examination, and if they do, he’ll discover my secret. Martin, I can’t let that happen.”Martin was mercifully understanding and tried to dissuade me from hiding. Instead, I was given a comforting pat on the arm and a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.”With every day that passed, my admiration for Martin grew. No matter the issue, he always believed me, and honorably helped me through thick and thin. “Give me a moment,” he murmured, briefly disappearing from the room. After a few minutes of anxiou
Caroline’s POV:Martin’s offer was tempting, but my guilt was overwhelming. I already depended on him for so much, and while he assured me he was just trying to be a good friend, I was surely taking advantage of him. He was a charming gentleman who led a successful life, and if the shameless flirtation from that pretty doctor was anything to go by, he was going to have a girlfriend, too. Who wouldn’t love such a warm and successful man? Maybe William, I thought with some humor. As for me, how could I continue to trouble him when he’d already dealt with so many of my other problems?“I appreciate you, Martin,” I said at last, my voice gentle in its rejection, “but I can’t take your offer. I don’t want to be your burden, and besides, I can take care of my own problems.”A worried frown settled deep into Martin’s face. “Caroline, you don’t have to worry. You’ll never become a burden to me. We’re friends, aren’t we? Friends help each other when they need it most. Who knows, maybe one day
Caroline’s POV:I worriedly poured over the mysterious text message a hundred times over, and even then, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. The phone number was a complete mystery to me, and when I tried to think of who could have sent it to me, my mind came up blank. William was certainly callous and vengeful enough, but if he wanted to taunt me, he would have just done so to my face. I forced myself to put my phone down and endeavored to ignore the text. I couldn’t be distracted from my ultimate goal: discovering the truth behind my beloved father’s framing and proving his innocence. Despite the determination thrummed in my veins, I had an uphill battle ahead of me, for the answers were in William’s laptop.Countless files had gone woefully uninspected in William’s computer, and although the video seemed incriminating, doubt was at the forefront of my mind. The video had been frustratingly silent, so their conversation was left a puzzling mystery.Only two people knew the tru
Caroline’s POV:My father was rushed to the hospital, where frantic doctors quickly escorted his unconscious body to the operating room. My eyes widened in horror when I was told that his condition was life-threatening. My father had been brutally struck on the head and needed emergency brain surgery as soon as possible.The waiting room was filled with my sobs as I openly prayed that my father would turn out alright. My dad was the only family I had left in a life full of death and abandonment. If he died, his legacy would be as a criminal, and he was too good a man for that fate.While I anxiously waited for the operation to be over, possible clues from the past few days came rushing back to me. My mind scrutinized William’s undying hatred towards my father, the incriminating yet dubious video on his computer, the mysterious text I’d gotten, and the possible reasons why someone would want to hurt a man as kind and generous as my father.Was it possible that the person who had framed
Caroline’s POV:After receiving the devastating news about my father, I frantically called the local police department to know more about my father’s case. A sick man had tried to kill my father and I desperately needed to know why. The department was frustratingly limited in the information they gave me, they noted that cameras outside of my father’s house had caught something crucial to the case: footage of the perpetrator coming in and out of the home at the time of my father’s brutal attack.“Great! So you know who did it?” I asked, my voice steeped in hope.The reply I got was hesitant, a sign of even more bad news to come. “Unfortunately, we don't,” she said. “His face was completely covered by a mask, so we can’t get a read on his identity. We’ll continue to investigate the case as diligently as possible, but we don’t know who the perpetrator is as of now.”“Oh… in that case, please keep me updated,” I begged. The woman kindly assured me she would, and with that, I was left in