Three years ago, Caroline Hill married the man she thought could one day love her. Caroline believed that her arranged marriage to ruthless CEO Knoxx Wayne would eventually blossom into something real. She gave him her heart—only to watch him trample it. On the night of their third anniversary, Caroline’s world shatters. Knoxx arrives at the restaurant not for her, but for his ex-girlfriend, Dolly—dripping in the ruby necklace he claimed was for someone important. Her hopes, her dreams of a future with Knoxx, are crushed. But the worst betrayal is yet to come. When Knoxx accuses Caroline of cheating on him with another man—throwing incriminating photos at her—she realizes how little he’s ever trusted her. When love turns to betrayal, can the heart survive?
View MoreCaroline’s Point of ViewWinning the competition should have been the hardest part.I pour everything into my designs, fighting against sabotage, betrayal, and every possible obstacle thrown my way. Yet, standing in my boutique weeks later, watching the steady stream of customers come and go, I realize something.The real battle has just begun.Success has turned into an exhausting whirlwind. My inbox is constantly flooded with custom orders, my phone never stops buzzing with inquiries, and every time I sit down, another customer walks in needing assistance.At first, the rush of it all is exhilarating. Now? It’s just exhausting.Penelope leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching me struggle to balance three jewelry boxes while answering a customer's question. "You need help," she says, unimpressed."I’ve got it," I insist, shifting my grip.I do not have it.One box slips, and in my panic to catch it, the others follow.With a loud clatter, all three hit the floor.Penelope s
Caroline’s Point of ViewI grip my bag so tightly my fingers start to cramp. But I don’t loosen my hold. I don’t dare. Because if I do, I might lose my grip on more than just the bag—I might lose my grip on myself.My mind is still a storm of emotions, a violent whirlwind that refuses to settle, refuses to let me breathe. I replay every word of that kindergarten disaster, every sharp remark Dolly threw at me like knives, aiming straight for the parts of me she knew were already bruised."A child raised without a real father is bound to be unruly.""No wonder Knoxx replaced you."My jaw clenches, my teeth grinding together.How dare she?How dare she stand there, smug and victorious, as if she has some moral high ground over me?Dolly—the woman who stole my designs, my husband, and now wants to act as if she has the right to look down on me?The very thought of it makes my blood boil.I should have said more. Should have ripped her down from that pedestal she’s so desperate to stay on.
Caroline’s Point of View The call from the kindergarten comes when I’m in the middle of reviewing some design sketches. "Ms. Hill," the teacher's voice is tight with concern. "I'm sorry to bother you, but there's been… an incident with Liam." My heart stops for a second. I grip the phone tighter. "What happened?" The teacher sighs. "There was a disagreement between the children. Some of the kids… well, they were saying that Liam has no father. Another child defended him, but it escalated into a physical altercation." My breath catches. Liam. They bullied him again. I inhale sharply, trying to control the sharp sting in my chest. "Who defended him?" A pause. "Bryan." I blink, stunned. Bryan? Lorenzo’s son? That… that doesn’t make sense. Bryan had always been distant towards Liam, not outright cruel, but he never stood up for him either. So why now? I shake off the confusion, focusing on what’s important. "Is Liam hurt?" "No, but we need to address this
Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe moment Dolly steps into my house, holding our daughter in her arms, I feel nothing.Absolutely nothing.I stand there, watching as she moves past me with her usual bright, expectant smile, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor like she already owns the place. She looks around, her eyes lighting up, as if she’s envisioning the future she’s always wanted—the future she thinks she’s about to have.I should feel something.Satisfaction, maybe.Relief, even.But instead, there’s only this dull, suffocating weight in my chest, this gnawing emptiness that refuses to go away no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise.This was supposed to make me feel better.I brought them here for a reason.To prove a point.To show Caroline that I didn’t need her. That I moved on. That I had a family now, a woman who stayed by my side instead of walking away.But the moment I saw her face twist with that cold, indifferent expression, the moment she looked
Dolly’s Point of ViewThe moment my phone screen lights up with his name, my entire body tenses, and for a split second, I forget how to breathe.I blink, my fingers frozen in place, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs that I swear I can hear it echoing in my ears.Knoxx is calling me.It takes a full moment for the reality of it to sink in, and when it does, I feel a shiver of excitement rush down my spine. It’s been so long since I’ve heard from him, so long since he’s willingly reached out first. Every time I’ve called him before, every time I’ve tried to talk to him, he’s either ignored me or given me curt, clipped responses that held no warmth, no softness, nothing for me to hold onto.But this time… this time, it’s different.My heart clenches in my chest, my stomach twisting in anticipation as I swipe my thumb across the screen, pressing the phone to my ear as quickly as I can. But even as I do, I force myself to take a breath, to steady my voice, to not sound too e
Knoxx’s Point of ViewMom.The word rings in my ears, over and over, like a slow-motion explosion. A single syllable, yet it feels like a gunshot straight to my chest.I freeze. My breath turns shallow, my body locking up as my mind scrambles to process what I just heard. I must have misheard. I had to have misheard.Slowly—almost as if I’m afraid of what I’ll see—I turn my head.And then I see them.Caroline, standing tall, her hand loosely clasping Liam’s, her expression unreadable. The boy is pressed close to her side, his bright, innocent eyes looking up at me. Unaware. Unbothered.Like he belongs there.Like he’s hers.My entire body goes rigid.Liam called her Mom.Liam—Adrian’s son—called my wife—no, my ex-wife—Mom.The world tilts violently beneath my feet, my pulse hammering in my skull.“What,” I rasp, my voice barely recognizable. “What the hell did you just say?”Liam blinks up at me, confused, but Caroline doesn’t react.She doesn’t flinch.She doesn’t rush to explain.Sh
Caroline’s Point of View"Mom?"The word slices through the air, sharp, disbelieving.My entire body goes still.That voice.A voice I know too well. One that used to whisper my name in the dark, one that used to own every part of me. A voice that once had the power to make my heart race with just a single word.But now, it chills me.Slowly, I turn, my fingers tightening around Liam’s smaller hand as if bracing myself for what’s to come.Knoxx stands a few feet away, his expression unreadable—but his eyes, those piercing, calculating eyes, burn with something raw. Something unsettled. Something I don’t want to name.He isn’t looking at me.Not really.His gaze flickers between me and Liam, his brows furrowing, his lips parting slightly, as if struggling to process what he just heard."Why would Adrian’s child call you ‘Mom’?"His voice is rough, almost hoarse, like the question is physically painful to ask.Liam tugs on my hand, shifting slightly beside me, his small fingers curling
Caroline’s Point of ViewAs Penelope and Lorenzo prepare to leave, I take a step forward, clearing my throat softly to catch Lorenzo’s attention. "Lorenzo, can we talk for a moment?"He turns his head toward me, his brows lifting slightly. There’s a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he schools his features into his usual composed expression. "Of course, Ms. Hill." His voice is polite, smooth—almost too smooth, as if he’s already anticipating where this conversation is headed.Beside him, Penelope tilts her head slightly in confusion. "What’s going on?" she asks, her eyes darting between us.I offer her a small, reassuring smile, trying to keep my tone light. "Nothing serious, just something I need to discuss with Mr. De Luca. It won’t take long, I promise."Penelope hesitates, clearly curious, but she eventually nods. "Alright… but don’t scare him off. I still have plans for hi
Caroline’s Point of ViewAdrian walks beside me, holding Liam’s small hand in his own while I grip the other. His fingers squeeze mine gently, a subtle reminder that he’s here, steady as always. Penelope strides ahead of us, her heels clicking against the marble floor in sharp, purposeful steps. I don’t have to ask to know she’s irritated.Her shoulders are rigid, her arms crossed tightly against her chest, her entire body wound up like a coil ready to snap.And I understand why.Tonight was supposed to be my night. A night of celebration, a moment where my hard work paid off and I got to bask in the well-deserved victory. But of course, Dolly had to make sure she was still the center of attention. Even now, I can hear the echoes of the crowd cheering for her engagement—louder, more enthusiastic than their applause for my win.Because that’s just how Dolly operates.If the spotlight isn’t on he
Caroline’s Point of ViewMy husband’s first love ruins our third year anniversary.I’m sitting by the window of a fancy restaurant, nervously waiting for Knoxx, my husband. I dress up in my favorite black dress. It’s been three years of marriage—three years of hoping, waiting for the man I love to finally see me, to finally understand that I’m more than just a wife of convenience. That it is not all about the arranged marriage.I fiddle with the napkin in my lap, glancing at the clock, watching as each minute crawls by. Any moment now, Knoxx will walk through the door.Tonight feels different. Tonight, I feel like something is going to change.I had seen the headlines earlier this week:[Wayne Corp Heir Spends Fortune on Rare Ruby Necklace—A Gift for Someone Special!]"Someone special." Those two words have been ringing in my head ever since I read them. Who is more important to him than me, his wife?After all the distance between us, the missed anniversaries, the cold silences… perha...
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