All Chapters of Once a rejected wife, now a billionaire’s obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Things are becoming harder than i expected.

Caroline Things are becoming harder than I expected. Every day I lock myself in my room to avoid Grey and Callie. I barely eat now; the bones in my body are slowly showing. The house feels dead to me. My heart twists slightly at the thought. I spend most of my days in front of the mirror, taking in who I’ve become. Just like Callie ordered, everyone steers clear of me—no maid looks at me, let alone helps with my situation. I struggle to do the little I can manage. The doctor sent me a text saying my rehabilitation starts tomorrow, and I have no one to help me get to the hospital. Grey has forbidden me from using any of his cars; they all belong to Callie to use as she wishes. After contemplating, I decide to send Mr. Thompson a text; he might be able to help. *Hi, are you busy tomorrow? I was hoping you could help by taking me to the hospital* There is no response. I wait for minutes, but still nothing. My shoulders slump in defeat, and bile rises in my throat. I set my

Chapter 22: Every memory is erased.

Caroline “So what now?” I raise my brow, ignoring the loud pounding of my heart. “Are you going to beat me? Hit my head on a nearby wall?” Grey freezes, staring at me in disbelief. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes me. “You know, for a split second, I might actually think you truly care about me. But I know better. You only care about yourself and your image.” Sweat beads on his forehead. “What the fuck are you talking about? You were busy going on a date with my PA and you’re so proud of it. Are you this shameless now, Carrie? Are you this attention-starved that you will stoop so low?” My head aches. My voice drops to a low, menacing tone. “You are the shameless one, Grey. You’ve been caught on camera several times with my twin. You were so okay with it. So why are you getting worked up about this? You can cheat, and I’m supposed to watch you ruin my life.” “Are you fucking him?” he questions, throwing me off balance. What the hell does he take me for? A cheater like h

Chapter 23: It can't be reversed now.

Caroline "I didn't do it!” I scream, hoping he will somehow believe me. But the look on his face says otherwise. His eyes are cold, detached, and punishing. My gaze drops to the floor, and I clasp my trembling hands together. “ You did it. Admit it.” “There is nothing to admit Grey.” “You are a stupid liar, Carrie. You want to bring this family down because of your petty jealousy. You are trying to ruin my image. What exactly did I do to deserve such cruelty from the innocent Caroline?” Callie utters, with clear contempt tinged in her words. But Grey doesn't seem to realize that. “ Everyone knows i have a secret son all thanks to you. I really hope you are happy now. Now everyone is demanding that I divorce you, you pushed yourself to this Caroline.” “I'm sorry, but I didn't do it. I promise. I have no reason to do such a thing, Grey. We have been married for years, and you still don't know what I'm capable of doing?” His hardness falters a little before returning

Chapter 24: Do i really want this?

Grey I pace my office with my knuckles clenched before loosening my tie a little. The scent of leather and deep cologne lingers in the air. My eyes fall on my empty leather chair. Tension hangs thick in the air, almost suffocating. Today, I'm finally making a decision, and I know which one it will be, yet. The door swings open, and Thompson enters, bowing slightly. “The board is waiting for you in the boardroom, sir.” I nod. “Okay, let’s go.” I exit, Thompson follows swiftly, carrying a folding chair. The sharp echoes of our footsteps bounce against the marble hallway. I enter the boardroom. Everyone is present, just as he said. They all stand upon seeing me. I sit at the head of the table, ignoring the glances they throw my way, and motion for them all to sit. They all sit, and arguments erupt immediately. “This image of this company is getting ruined because of your wife, Mr. Grand. You can't continue to let your personal life interfere with your work,” one

Chapter 25: No longer Mrs Grand.

Caroline Two weeks later, I sit in the wheelchair in the middle of my room, memorizing every detail as I’m leaving Grey’s mansion today. The white wall paint. The bedside drawer. The dressing mirror. The too-familiar scent of roses. My hand caresses every piece of furniture, and I bite my lip hard, the pain an ephemeral distraction from the one in my chest. The red curtains, although they were deep green before, hang loosely by the window. The cold marble tiles used to cling to my legs when I walked across the room. Soon I won't see them again. I won't see Grey every day either. The divorce papers have been finalized. It’s really over. My heart twists slightly. Ever since I told Grey I was signing the divorce papers, he has virtually ignored me, acting as if I'm invisible. Then he shouted and raged, but now, he doesn't even acknowledge my presence. He spends most of his time at the office, and when he comes home, he makes sure not to get in my way. He no lo

Chapter 26: Her wedding band.

Caroline My lips tremble, and I bite them hard. “Well, congratulations. I need to go now.” Their laughter dies instantly, and an awkward silence stretches across the room. “Are you sure you don't want to celebrate with us? Today is a big day for your sister; the least you can do is rejoice with her,” my mother says. My brow pulls slightly, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to snap at her. “Really?” “Yes, the more the merrier,” then she turns to Callie. “Isn't that right, Callie?” She flashes a smile. “Right, Mom. Why don't you join us, sister?” I heave a sigh. “I'm sorry, but I won't be doing that. My rider will soon be here, and I can't keep him waiting. You all can keep enjoying yourselves.” They shrug carelessly. “Okay then.” “Yeah.” Without waiting for their replies, I drag the briefcase across the tiles. The weight strains my arms, and I wince softly. No one offers to help; they continue their celebration and completely forget about me. Tears sting my eyes.

Chapter 27: Not Grey’s mansion. Just… home.

Caroline About an hour later, I drag the briefcase over the threshold into the living room. The door shuts behind me with that same soft thud it makes when I’m twelve and sneaking back in past curfew. The air hits me first — dust, old wood polish, and the faint sting of bleach. Not Grey’s cologne. Not his mansion. Just… home. The soft red carpet gives under my feet, frayed at the edges where I used to trip running as a kid. My eyes catch the corner by the staircase, and my stomach drops. In that moment, I am nineteen again, suitcase in hand, my mother’s voice slicing through the air: “You’re pregnant and jobless, Caroline. You brought this shame on us. Don’t think this house will fix you.” I see it like it’s happening now — her finger pointed at the door, my knees shaking as she decides I’m a problem she needs to get rid of. I swallow hard and force my gaze away. The furniture is smaller here, and the armrests are worn. Nothing matches. Nothing gleams. It’s nothing like

Chapter 28: This is where they keep neglected things.

CarolineA dark, humorless laugh escapes me. First it was mom, then Callie, and now even my youngest sister wants to torment me? They must all think I'm some kind of pushover. Well, they have another thing coming.“ how dare you talk to me like that? I'm six years older than you.”“ Age has nothing to do with this. You are taking what’s mine from me, and I won't allow you to do that. You should find another room to stay in.”“ Tatiana, you need to calm down. Come and stay in my room.”“ Nope,” she says firmly.“ I'm not leaving this room for you. It’s either we share or you find somewhere else to stay.”“ I can't stay in the same room with you and keep stepping on your wheelchair here and there. Go to a place where you can do everything alone without disturbing anyone’s privacy. Like the last room in the house.”“ That room is a storage room, Tatiana. Are you asking me to stay in a storage room?”Giana steps forward, concern clear on her face. “You can share mine if you don't mind.”

Chapter 29: There has to be something.

Caroline My eyes keep drifting down as I read: *I know this is a secret, and I intend to keep it that way. No one can know about us. I'm going away to college next month, and we won't see each other for a while. I really hope you can cope without me. I love you so much. And again, happy birthday.* My hands tremble. I clench my knuckles so tightly they turn white. *Yours, Calliope* My brow furrows as I try to understand what I just read. What exactly is this? Breathing suddenly becomes so hard. I remember clearly the first time I saw him. He came knocking on the front door, flowers in hand, asking for Calliope. I opened the door with a big smile. Callie was away, it was our eighteenth birthday, and I set my eyes on him. He was dressed in a suit. Looking all nice and handsome. He was around twenty-four then—young and bright. I told him Calliope wasn't home, and he asked who I was. I told him I was her twin. Then he said he was just a friend and only wanted to wish her hap

Chapter 30: Nothing in my life makes sense anymore.

Caroline Pregnancy. The word doesn't register at first. It hangs between us, meaningless. Then my stomach drops hard. What’s she talking about? “What are you saying?” I ask breathlessly. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, footsteps echo down the hall, and my mother appears at the door. I keep the letter hidden before she can see it. Her eyes scan the room, landing on the mess, me, and then Camille. “Clean the room for her, Carrie. Dinner is ready. Come downstairs. Camille will tidy up while you eat.” “Okay, Mom, I will join you guys soon.” She doesn't leave, so I huff and wheel myself out of the room. She helps, and I briefly wonder why. Getting to the dining area, my sisters are already sitting beside each other. The long table stretches out, and I take a seat opposite Giana, while my mom takes the head. The aroma of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and warm dinner rolls fills my nose as I inhale. After saying a prayer, everyone begins eating. An awkwa

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