All Chapters of Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My thoughts were in shambles as they raced to figure out what to say to William. The obvious answer was to speak the truth, but why would I tell him? After all the pain he had caused me and the conflicted feelings he’d stirred up, he didn’t deserve to still be involved in my life. Would he even care if I told him?Anger sparked within my heart and I gave a biting remark in return. “Maybe all that hair is from all the women you keep bringing back home.”William sputtered furiously on the other end of the phone. “How dare you?” he snapped, his voice a mix of rage and indignance. “I take you back to my home, let you take all your junk, give you a nice meal and a place to sleep, and this is how you treat me? You can rot for all I care!”The call was cut, leaving me with a feeling of relief. If I had played my cards right, I wouldn’t be hearing his scolding voice for a while. Despite my confidence, he was a tick I couldn’t be rid of, and he would always worm his way back in one way or anot

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: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: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: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