Semua Bab Once a rejected wife, now a billionaire’s obsession : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Caroline The cloth I was holding a moment ago slips to the floor. I don’t bother picking it up. My hands tremble. How dare he mention our dead daughter? What does she have to do with whatever has gone wrong between us? My sweet daughter’s death has nothing to do with this. Cheating on me is his choice. A testament to how little I mean to him. "What are you talking about?” I ask, a drop of wetness sliding down my cheeks. He looks away, his expression hardening. "I don’t have time for this," he growls, climbing onto the bed. I stand there with my legs trembling. "Answer me!" My voice rises, loud and raw, surprising myself. I never scream at Grey, not during arguments or when he hurts me with nonchalance. I’m always the quiet, obedient wife. But tonight is different. He just admitted to not having feelings for me anymore, and he mentioned my dead daughter. It’s like he plunged a knife right into my heart. Twisting it to tear it into a million pieces. Grey

Caroline My breath catches, and my hands shake as I stare at the lingerie. Proof of my husband’s infidelity. The note feels like a slap to my face. My husband is touching another woman in ways he has never touched me. He barely touches me, always complaining of being tired. I’ve learned to accept it over the years; turns out, he isn't tired—he just doesn’t like touching me. My throat tightens. A tear slides down my face. I wipe it away immediately, hands trembling. I toss the lingerie and the note into the back seat, out of my sight. My hands grip the wheel tightly for a few moments, thoughts and questions swirling in my mind. Is this a mistake? A lunch with Grey—to celebrate my birthday—will it make everything right? With what I just saw, I don’t think so. I doubt he wants to fix things or change his mind. I shake my head, refusing to believe it. Still, I’m willing to give it a try. I can’t let my marriage fall apart like this. If I can make it work ag

Caroline. Memories come rushing to me—the note, the lingerie, the lipstick stain. They all belong to her. No wonder the lingerie is similar to mine; we share similar tastes when it comes to some things. The scent of Callie’s perfume fills my nose—a nauseating reminder. How could she do this to me? I never took what belongs to her. My entire world spins. I stare at the woman with whom I share blood and the man I gave my heart and my life. They stand side by side, clutching each other’s hands. I feel the tears pooling, a slow burn before they spill over uncontrollably. Grey's eyes are cold, void of emotion as he looks at me. Instead of apologizing, he stands beside her. Tears blur my vision. Hot and relentless, I try to push them back, but they keep falling. My lips quake as I force the words out, “Why?” I move closer to Callie on unsteady legs, “Why have you chosen to hurt me like this? I… I never took what belongs to you. I never compete with you. You are the dau

Calliope Grey clings to me, resting his head on my chest as he sleeps. The sound of his peaceful breathing fills my ears. For a moment, I lie there, enjoying the comforting peace. A smile tugs at my lips; today is the day I will begin to take what belongs to me. And by the time I'm done, Carrie will be forever broken. She stole what belongs to me first; now I'm taking it back, with cruelty and ruthlessness.I slip out of the bed, careful not to disturb Grey. I pad across the room, the carpet soft beneath my feet, and grab my phone. The pictures of Caroline light up the screen – sobbing and humiliated. I feel a crazy wave of satisfaction. My entire body tingles with excitement. I will make her pay for thinking she can take what’s mine. She will regret it, and by the time I'm done, it will be too late for her.My fingers fly across the screen, doing what I want. I start by spreading the picture of Grey and me having dinner, then cuddling on the bed. I add our beach vacation, mak

Caroline My fist clenches, my breath ragged as I storm into the living room. The maids are after me, Ginger's brows furrow, her eyes scanning my face. The room falls silent, everyone avoiding eye contact. Except her. She walks up to me and stands right in front of me. “Caroline,” she calls, concern spreading across her face. I bite my lip hard, a sob shaking my entire body. “Ginger, you can't understand,” I whisper. The thoughts gnaw at me, a constant ache. No one knows how deep I'm falling apart. Not even Ginger. I blink back the tears. My throat is tightening. I've loved this man all my life, and not only is he betraying my love, but he's also doing it with my blood. My chest feels hollow, like I've been punched. “Of course I do,” she says. “I know how it feels when the person someone has trusted and loved all her life is the only person hurting her. But at the same time, I think you should calm down.” I shake my head, tears slipping to the floor. “I'm sorry, I j