All Chapters of Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Caroline’s POV:I stared at William disbelievingly, his words ringing in my ears. They were said with such vitriol that one would think I was his worst enemy.William’s behavior was as to be expected: a kind and generous man one second, but when he doesn’t get what he wants, he explodes in a ball of rage. He fought tooth and nail to keep me in his apartment for a week, only to selfishly turn his back on his own sense of hospitality. I felt burned by his cruelty. This man had callously betrayed our marriage for a dishonest woman. He never trusted me even for a second, even though I was endlessly faithful to him for nearly two years. Even today, the thought of hurting him made me sick, and yet he falsely accused me of stringing him along just for sympathy.William rescinding my stay in cold blood was just another spit in the face in a long line of insults. After so much of his hellish behavior, I was numb to his actions now.“You’re acting like that’s some sort of punishment,” I coldly

William’s POV:Ever since my nasty argument with Sophia, she outright refused to contact me for several days. Was she actually angry with me? I wanted to go and be with my darling, but dealing with Caroline’s illness and her stubbornness had made that difficult.A pleasant surprise overtook me when Sophia called me while I was with Caroline. Hearing the pain in her voice as the lamented missing George sent a sting of sympathy in my gut. Despite the irritation I felt with Caroline still in the room, I tried my best to speak gently to my love.My heart ached for her, but something didn’t feel right about my girlfriend. She’d mysteriously disappeared for several days without a drop of explanation, and she hadn’t even taken little George with her. Instead, she coldly dropped him off at my parents’ house without even telling me, running off to some unknown location. Now she was pleading for him back?Her strange behavior bothered me, and I’d tirelessly tried to contact Sophia for some sort

William’s POV:When I was told that Thomas West had nearly died under my care, I felt an anger rise from my sunken stomach. Who would dare do it on my own grounds? Did they even know who I was? No one dared to cross me and got away with it.I had no choice but to punish my assistant. He obviously failed to choose the right people to watch Caroline’s vegetative father, and I abhorred such grand mistakes. Sloppy work like that didn’t deserve to be rewarded, so I dropped the bonus I was planning on giving James at the end of the month. Following that note to myself, I called the sanatorium with my hands clenched in frustration. The moment someone picked up, I demanded, “There better be a good explanation for what happened.”The worker on the other end fumbled and stuttered his answer. “We’re deeply sorry, sir. The surveillance system we used seems to have been hacked into. We can’t get a clear picture of the culprit’s face.”A growl in frustration slipped between clenched teeth. Why wer

Caroline’s POV:In an instant, the clues added up before my eyes. The strange texts, the false medical reports, the doctor recommended by Sophia, the attempted murder of my father, the strange man in the video — it all linked together and led back to Sophia. I now had the culprit, but how was I supposed to approach her about it? The only way to save my dad’s life was to confront her directly. Thankfully Martin’s friend was easily able to dig up her phone number, and once it was in my grasp, I made a call to the witch who was tormenting my life.When Sophia answered the phone, she sounded sickly sweet as always. “This is Mrs. Anderson! How can I help you?”I almost gagged at the title. She wanted to be married to William so badly, didn’t she? It would almost be pathetic if she wasn’t so dangerous. “Hello, Sophia.”Immediately, Sophia changed her tune. “Oh. It’s you,” she sneered. “What do you want?”“I know you’re the one who tried to kill my father,” I said outright, not beating arou

Caroline’s POV:I woke up with a pounding headache and pains littering my arms and legs. Opening my bleary eyes, I myself trapped in a dark room, forced upright in a chair. I tried to groan in pain, only to realize that my mouth was duct taped shut. Panic overwhelmed me and I attempted to get the tape off of my face, only to find that my hands were tied behind the chair painfully tight, unable to move. I tried to get out of my binds, but the knot was firm, and the only thing I was accomplishing was giving myself rope burn.I screamed into the tape, trying to get the attention of any passerby I could, but after twenty minutes, my throat gave out and I knew it was pointless. I was no doubt in some secure location, locked away from the rest of humanity.My heart stopped when the door knob rattled and heavy footsteps entered the room. The perpetrator flicked on a lightswitch, activating a lamp dangling just above me. The light revealed that I was in what seemed to be a small storage area