Caroline’s POV:“George? William? Where are you?” I cried out, rushing from room to room in search of the pair. Was I too late? Had the nanny already taken George? Where was William? My heart pounded as I searched high and low for them, terrified that I was too slow and that something terrible had come to pass. I had to have searched every room twice, and by the time I was finally coming to accept that the nanny had already carried out Sophia’s awful plan, a curious voice interrupted my racing thoughts.“Miss Caroline?” croaked an aged voice. It was a familiar one I hadn’t heard in quite a while. I spun on my heel (the good one) to see Gerald, the butler. It was relieving to see a face I knew I could trust, but more importantly, cradled safe in his arms was little George. He smiled gummily at me and waved his little arms around with a giggle. I placed a hand to my pounding heart, sighing in great relief that George was safe and sound. Without thinking, I strolled over to the infant
Caroline’s POV:My eyes carefully observed the CCTV footage, scrutinizing every second with careful eyes. With George left in Gerald’s hands, it left me enough time to search for evidence of Sandra’s crime. If this was all a nefarious trap set up by Sophia to get me in trouble with William, then that meant that the powder had to have been tampered with between the time I’d first arrived and before I woke up with George. So, I quickly scrubbed through the overnight footage, fastforwarding until I found the fatal moment that Sandra came on screen. There was plenty of useless footage in between, and my patience was quickly wearing thin. In the end, however, all my diligent searching bore fruit.At one o’clock in the morning on the dot, the blurry image of the nanny appeared, creeping in through the backdoor in a sneaky way. Pausing the screen and peering closer, I was startled to see that she was holding an object that looked suspiciously similar in size to the tin of milk powder that
Caroline’s POV:Bursting into George’s room, I found myself face to face with the new nanny, standing by little George’s crib. Just before I could yell at her to get away, she raised a thin finger to her lips, hushing me. Her hand ran over George’s head, who was sound asleep in her arms, no doubt having happy dreams as he lay completely ignorant of the danger around him.“Is there something wrong, madam?” The new nanny gave me a curious, scrutinizing look. I felt the urge to grab George and take him away from this sketchy woman, but I got a hold of myself before I could act rashly. I stamped down my temper, not wanting to lash out and alert the enemy that I was onto her. Especially when she already had the baby in her arms. It was also important that I verify that this woman really did have cruel intentions. I couldn’t just point the finger at some poor worker who didn’t deserve it. I forced a small smile on my face as I spoke to her.“It’s nothing,” I said at last, keeping the alar
Caroline’s POV:My husband, William, had promised to accompany me to have a prenatal checkup, but he hadn’t come home for three days. He had told me he would only be gone for a day for a business trip and promised to be back in time, but I didn't know what happened to him. As the days passed, I grew even more worried about him.I’m huddled with my blankets against the window, keeping an eye on the driveway. I rubbed a hand over my swollen belly, praying that William would come home soon. We’d been expecting a little boy for six months now, but as the CEO of his own company, he’d been so busy as of late.“Where are you, William?” I whispered out into the morning, watching as the sun peeked just above the forested mountains.My worries quickly melted away as soon as I saw a slick black car coming over the hills and towards our villa. “William!” I gasped, relieved that he was alright. I left the window and came down our extravagant winding staircase, careful not to run so the baby wouldn
Caroline's POV:I awoke once again in a hospital bed, feeling an agonizing pain in my stomach. Instinctively, I brought a hand to my stomach, only to be horrified when I realized that there’s no longer a bump.Screaming, I sit up with tears in my eyes. “Where’s my baby?” I gasp as nurses crowded around me, trying to calm me down. “What happened to my baby?”The head doctor came up beside me, clipboard in hand. I prayed that he would tell me that my little boy had survived whatever had happened, but the sorrowful look on the doctor’s face had my heart plummeting.“Caroline,” he murmured in a comforting voice, “You went into forced labor when you fell into the lake. We tried to save your son but… he didn’t make it. I’m so very sorry.”I was overcome with grief and let out a devastated sob. I was inconsolable, my entire frame shaking as I cried into my hands. I couldn’t believe that my baby was dead. The precious bundle of joy I had loved for six months was gone.I feel so alone. All I
Caroline's POV:I had never once faced the fear of death until now. It wasn’t until I lost my baby that I realized I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want it to end like this. Now, in my darkest moment, the only person I wanted to rely on was my husband.My life has been a happy one for the most part. My childhood was wonderful, I made so many great and supportive friends, and I even met the man of my dreams. All that I wanted was to start a family, and now that it’s been ripped from my hands, I realize that I still have so much left to live for. William and I had been so happy together. At least, that’s what I thought at first. Was that all a lie? Had Sophia torn us apart, or had I done something wrong to cause our marriage to crumble?Either way, I couldn’t bear to face William after what he had done to me. He’d completely and utterly betrayed me and abandoned our baby. I didn’t know if I would ever be able to love and trust someone again like I had with William. I felt as though he ha
Caroline's POV:I nearly stumbled over my own feet entering the police station. I entered the building, about to rush to the front desk. I could hear a slew of pings from my phone, no doubt all from William trying to find out where I was. We were supposed to be registering for our divorce, but my father came first.“Excuse me,” I announced to the woman at the front desk. “I think there was some kind of mistake! I’m here to see Thomas West?”The woman furrowed her brow before seemingly recognizing the name. “Oh! You must be Caroline,” she greeted. “Is there a problem?”“Yes, I was told he was arrested,” I explained, wringing my hands nervously. “There must be some sort of misunderstanding.”She shook her head. “No misunderstanding here,” she replied. “Your father has been arrested for an outstanding debt he owes to a government entity.” My lips parted in shock. “What does he owe?” I asked, my hands shaking as they gripped the counter. “Whatever it is, I’ll cover it. I swear.”The fron
Caroline’s POV:William stopped as soon as he saw me, his hand clutching Sophia’s while Sophia cradled her baby on one arm. I struggled not to burst into tears at the sight and instead clutched the ring in my hand. “Caroline…” William murmured, his face a mix of agitation and confusion. “What are you doing here?”The saleswoman noticed William and smiled brightly. “Oh, Mr. Anderson! Good to see you. Are you here to pick out something for your fiancé? Let me just finish up helping this young lady sell her ring and I’ll be there to help you.”My eyes widened at her words. “Fiancé?” I whispered, shocked. “You’re already marrying her?” William opened his mouth, but nothing came out. The saleswoman seemed to finally read the room and quickly ducked out, leaving me with my husband and his mistress. Sophia looked between us, her cold gaze settling on the ring in my hand. “William? What’s going on?” she asked, her brow furrowed. “Why is she selling her jewelry? Is your family in financial