Caroline’s POV:Watching William storm over like a raging bull and grab Martin startled me to my core, for the look of rage William was giving Martin in that moment was deathly. Martin, however, just sent William a look of indignance. He hardly seemed intimidated. The tension was thick, but there w
Caroline’s POV:With his baby in distress, William hurried away without another word to me. I watched him leave, allowed to sit in the silence of his absence and be alone with my thoughts. He never loved me, I thought to myself. Why was I even here?I composed myself in the mirror, getting a hold of
Caroline’s POV:I had to restrain myself from bursting into the police station. Approaching the front desk with a fervor, I demanded to see my father, Thomas West. The woman jumped in surprise at my sudden appearance and gave a quick “follow me”, before taking me to the back to talk with a couple of
William’s POV:Upon finding out that Caroline had disappeared before the party was over, I was filled with an immense sense of annoyance. Was it really so hard for her to accept being with me? She’s probably flirting with Martin behind my back again, I thought to myself, causing a bolt of anger to flash through my veins. My hand tightened around my wine glass, growing increasingly unhappy at the thought of them together, probably talking trash about me while I was busy hosting this party. Could she really be so shameless?“William!” came my mother’s voice from afar. I forced myself away from my stewing thoughts to look over at my mother’s approaching form. At her side was Martin, who was still missing his suit jacket and was approaching with a look of amused contempt. On one hand, I was relieved to see that Caroline was not with Martin, but on the other, I detested seeing Martin in general.“Mama,” I greeted my mother, trying to ignore the man beside her. “Are you enjoying your par
William’s POV:The day I grew to hate Thomas West was the same day I started dating Caroline. Roughly two years prior to our divorce, I was on my way to meet Sophia at a coffee shop we both frequented. It was a pleasure we partook in weekly after we became friends. We tended to talk about a variety of things, whether it be our day, things going on with our families, or hobbies we enjoyed, like photography.Sophia was a skilled photographer, something she demonstrated for me often. Her talent was what had gotten us acquainted in the first place, in fact. Photography had been a rather large passion of mine when I was younger, but I had to quit my dream of going professional after I had to take over the family business. Sophia had reignited my passion for the craft, and we discussed it often overI had been single at the time, but if I were to ever take someone as my girlfriend, Sophia would have been a perfect match for me. What I felt for Sophia was not love, however. We were just fri
William’s POV:In the days that followed Sophia’s last text, I agonized over the mystery surrounding it. I wracked my brain, trying to understand who could have possibly forced Sophia out of the city, or why they would target such a wonderful woman. She had no fame or fortune. By all means, she seem
Caroline’s POV:To say the press went crazy after the announcement of our divorce would be an understatement. Rumors of my husband’s affair and our impending divorce stirred up headlines everywhere and it seemed like every day there was another news story about us. The media loved a villian, and Wil
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 e