All Chapters of Once a rejected wife, now a billionaire’s obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Caroline Grey steps out of the car and walks toward the house. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if he's weighing each step. The reporters rush to him, firing questions. “Is it true you have a secret lover?” “How long have you two been together?” “Are you planning to divorce your wife?” I can't watch this; it’s too much to bear. I shake my head and walk back into the house, leaning against the wall, waiting for him to come in so I can ask why he's decided to ruin my life like this. Grey enters, scanning the room before his eyes land on me. He drops the car keys on the table without looking at me. His hair's messy, and he’s wearing the same shirt as the woman in the pictures as if the same fabric isn't all over the internet. As if the entire public isn't watching. He looks completely unaffected while I'm falling apart here. “Carrie,” he says in a low, rough voice. I step into his path, my heart pounding. "We need to talk." Irritation flickers across his face, but he hi

Caroline The house is too quiet, cold. I never realized how silent it can be. For six years, the mansion was always alive. The sounds of Ariana’s laughter, Grey’s footsteps and low chuckle, the maids moving around, the television singing kids’ songs while my daughter giggled and watched with so much interest. The house was always full of life, but now, there is nothing. Just silence—the kind that presses against my heart and makes it hard to breathe. I sit curled up on the living room sofa with a blanket wrapped around me. The reporters are gone; Grey left last night and never came back. The gates are closed. The world has moved on to the next piece of gossip, while I sit here, wondering where it all went wrong. My life shatters before my eyes, and I have no idea what I have done to deserve it. My gaze drifts to the front door, hoping he will somehow appear there and look at me like he used to since I married him. But the door remains closed, no sound of his footsteps echoing.

Caroline The ground tilts beneath my feet, this can't be real. I'm beginning to see things. This isn't happening. No. I blink several times, refusing to believe what I see because standing beside Grey is the last person I expected. The last person in the world. “Callie?” the make slips from my lips like a broken whisper. My sister freezes, and for a second, nobody speaks. Nobody moves. I stare at her, she stares back—my twin sister. The person who shared my childhood, my secret, and everything else with me. I wait for her to laugh, to tell me this is some mistake, a terrible joke. Instead, she lowers her gaze. And that movement destroys me because innocent people don't look away. My voice shakes, “What are you doing here?” Neither of them answers. I look from Grey to Callie, then back to Grey again. My chest tightens. “Say something.” Neither of them speaks, and their silence shatters me more than I can imagine. A sob rises in my throat, hot. “You…” I can't even finish t

Grey The sound of Caroline’s heel clicking against the floor tiles fades away, and the door slams sharply, echoing through the hallway. For a moment, no one speaks. I stare at the closed door with my jaw clenched, then grab a whiskey from the table and drain the rest in one gulp. “What the hell was that?” Callie breathes. “She actually acted like she’s right, like she’s the victim. It’s pathetic.” I shrug. “What did you expect?” I walk toward the window; below, the city lights glitter in the darkness—beautiful and meaningless, just like my marriage. “Thank God she understands who owns the power now,” a small smile plays on her lips. “She’s beginning to learn her place. You don't belong to her, and that’s final.” I ignore her. My mind drifts back to Caroline’s face—the tears, the trembling hands, the desperation in her voice. *I thought I was enough.* I grit my teeth. She always does that—makes everything emotional, makes everything complicated. For six years, I’ve carried a re

Caroline He’s back. After spending the night with her and leaving me alone with the broken pieces of our marriage, he’s returned. Fingers tighten around the phone, and everything feels like a nightmare—the kind I wish would end soon. The picture is still there—Grey and Callie from two years ago. The night my daughter died, the night I begged God to save her. The night I sat beside Ariana’s hospital bed, holding her tiny hand and promising her everything would be okay. He was with her—my sister—cheating on me, doing stupid, despicable things. A strange feeling washes over me. I wipe the tears from my face. “Ma’am, are you okay?” Belinda asks. I nod slowly. “Yes.” Grey’s footsteps echo through the house—the same footsteps I waited for all these years. He walks in, adjusting his watch, completely unaware that something inside me has changed forever. Our eyes lock, and his jaw tightens. “Carrie.” I stare at him through blurred eyes. I wonder how I spent the last six years sle