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
Caroline’s POV:Questions swirled in my mind as the nervousness in my veins mounted. What if it was indeed William who had hurt my father? What could I even do in that case? No matter the outcome, I knew I needed answers or I would never rest.My immediate instinct was to call William as soon as possible, but each call was spitefully ignored. As a CEO, he could have been busy with vital work, but the lack of answers infuriated me. Waiting wasn’t an option while my father lay broken in the hospital.I needed answers, but I was going to have to get them in person. With a fire in my heart, I drove down to the villa we once shared to find him, and I wasn’t going to leave until I received an explanation.I pounded on the door, expecting to see William or at least the housekeeper on the other end. Instead, I was met with the flawless features of Sophia. Since when had she moved in? She had been absent the last few times I was taken to the villa. Did she even know that her boyfriend’s ex-wif
Caroline’s POV:I was in disbelief at the cruelty of Sophia’s words. I was always willing to give Sophia the benefit of the doubt, but I now knew that she was nothing but a nasty, hurtful woman. I didn’t understand how William — or anyone for that matter — could fall in love with a woman like that. “You ruined my family, and now you own William,” I whispered, trapped in a toxic mix between despair and anger. “Did you really need to destroy my garden? Are you really that spiteful?”Sophia turned her head with a disgusted scoff. “It smelled disgusting,” she replied, rocking her baby back and forth in stilted jerks. “It smelled like a dead animal.” She shot me a devious look. “But I’m sure you know what I mean, right?”My jaw dropped in disbelief and I could only sputter out a tragic response. “What? You knew my puppy was there… Oh my god, you defiled his grave on purpose! You defiled its grave just to spite me!”Sophia simply rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Of course I did, idiot,” she