All Chapters of Once a rejected wife, now a billionaire’s obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31: They all mean one thing.

Caroline I stare down at my legs in disbelief. Is that a sign that I'm going to walk again? Everyone thinks I will be stuck like this forever. Is this my chance to move on? The card lies forgotten on the floor, with Grey’s name staring back at me. And for the first time in my life, I find something I can hope for. Not my family’s betrayal or my husband's. But the fact that things I thought were dead might actually start working again. My phone buzzes on the bed, and I go over to pick it up. It’s an irrelevant notification, so I swipe it away, holding the phone. My hand itches to text the doctor and tell her about my development. *I just stood with my legs* I type, then delete it before I press send. *I noticed I could stand this morning, but it didn’t last long; my knees gave out, though.* I delete it again, huffing, and drop the phone onto the bed. Tomorrow is another therapy appointment. It’s better to explain everything to her in person, right? So I decide to spend the

Chapter 32: I never mattered.

Caroline Several weeks later, I try to focus on recovering. I manage to stand at least twice every day. The muscles in my legs still tremble every time I try to push myself upright, but the burning ache is not as bad as it used to be. The doctor encouraged this, saying it will make walking easier. No one in my family has found out, and I plan to keep it that way. "You are doing better now. If you keep this up, you might be able to walk faster with your legs than expected," she said this morning before I left the therapy session, and I felt more than happy. The words have been replaying in my head ever since I left the therapy room. The drive back home is quieter than usual; the low hum of the engine fills the car as sunlight streams through the window, brushing against my skin. I breathe out air. “So how did the therapy go?” Camille asks, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I manage a small smile. “Great.” "I can tell by the smile on your face since we left the

Chapter 33: It has to be tonight.

Caroline “So now, you want me to leave?” I really can't believe it. “Yes, and you need to do it now.” I nod, a bitter laugh escaping me, “Because I'm not Callie, right?" "Callie was never pregnant at seventeen; she’s not like you. She was ambitious; she had a future," my mother adds. They don't know I have the proof, do they? They think I'm still that stupid girl who was blind to everything happening around her. For a moment, I sit there, stunned. Wondering why God gave me these kinds of parents. "Mom, Callie was pregnant by Grey. You know it. We all know it. You don't have to pretend anymore. What else are you guys hiding? Where is the baby she gave birth to eight years ago?” Their control begins to slip to the floor; I see shame flashing across their faces. They open their mouths and close them when nothing comes out. The room becomes silent, too silent. But my raging head is a contrast; it screams so loud I almost wince. “What do you think will happen if the public find

Chapter 34: i can't do this right now.

Grey I walk furiously toward the car and stop, running a hand through my hair in frustration. My body roars in anger, i almost throw punches into the nearby wall as the thought of how blinded I’ve been registers in my head. Callie runs after me, her heels clicking against the floor. “Grey, wait, please.” “You lied to me for eight years.” Her eyes immediately fill with tears. She stops right in front of me. “I was seventeen, Grey.” It doesn't matter! That doesn't mean she has the right to lie. “That doesn't change what you did.” Her voice breaks a little. “I was scared. I was scared of what would happen when people find out— they will probably call me a failure. I was terrified.” My mind briefly wanders to Carrie. She made the same mistake but chose to live with it instead. Why couldn't she do the same? Why did she always have to appear perfect, without flaws? My head roars. Betrayal strikes so deep inside me, and for the first time, I see a different Callie, not the one I’

Chapter 35: I’m not like her.

Caroline I pack my things slowly. I can hear commotion outside, but I lock the door to my room, knowing I need some time alone to process everything. I stand on shaky legs, walking slowly to gather my belongings. My eyes are swollen from crying, and my body feels numb and exhausted. After packing my things into my big briefcase, I go over to the table, pick up the old woman’s card I tucked inside a book, and scrutinize it. A lump forms in my throat—I never knew I would need this card someday. Thank God I kept it safe. I slip the card into my small handbag. Standing becomes unbearable, so I sit down on a chair, my chest rising and falling unevenly. I can't believe I hoped they would somehow realize their mistakes and make everything right. My hope shattered today. They don't want me, so I will stay far away from them. A knock sounds on the door. I ignore it—I can't face any of them right now. The knocking persists, but I don't open the door. Then Camille’s voice comes t

Chapter 36: It’s killing me.

CarolineI scoff, unable to believe my ears. After rushing to her in panic, this is what I get? I almost blame myself for coming here in the first place.Grey steps forward. “She doesn’t mean it that way……”I hold out a hand to stop him. “Nope. She actually meant it. For a moment, she forgot I’m not like her, not evil or toxic. Those are your traits, Callie. Do not ever mistake them for mine again.”My mother’s voice tears through the room angrily. “What exactly is your problem, Carrie? Always thinking you are better than everyone else. If not that, you truly thought she had already died. What are you doing here?”A humorless laugh escapes me. “I’m sorry I looked past all of your wrongdoings and rushed to you. It won’t happen again.”Without waiting for them to say more foolish things, I walk out of the room with a confidence that surprises me. My mother calls after me, but I ignore her.“So, are you ready to go now?” Camille asks, falling into step beside me.“Yes, please.”Honestly,

Chapter 37: Maybe, this is all I will ever be.

Caroline “Let’s get away from here first, we can talk about it,” Camille says, hugging me tight. I shake my head. “There’s nothing to talk about. My life is finished,” A bitter laugh escapes me. “Maybe this is all I will ever be—a failure.” “Don't talk like that. Every problem has a solution.” Not mine. Because the only solution available is the biggest problem. There’s no way I'm going back to that house. I’d rather sleep on the roadside than spend another night in that place. “If you’re talking about going back, I can't. No matter what, not after everything they did to me.” “I understand, but please, let's get into the car first and talk this out. We can look for another solution.” I do as she says; we both get into the car, and I slump against the seat. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away. “This is unexpected and saddening. If you don't mind, a cousin of mine lives a few minutes’ drive away with her husband and two kids. If I talk to her, she m

Chapter 38: I thought I was his home.

Caroline Over a week later, I lie down on the bed, refusing to open my eyes. Today is my day off, and I’ve planned to spend it taking care of myself and sleeping. I also plan to see the doctor. Something has been bothering me lately—the doctor has been treating me for months without ever asking for payment. She can't possibly be doing it for free. Who on earth is paying the bills? My phone buzzes beside me, and I know what it is before even looking at it. It’s all over the news. Even people who come to the restaurant discuss it among themselves. Today is the wedding of my sister and Grey. Their wedding photos are everywhere. Every time I open my phone, another picture appears on my feed. It’s almost as if the entire world is determined to mock me and rub it in my face. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hug the pillow tightly. A moment later, another notification lights up on my screen. With a groan, I reach for it. It’s a text message from my mother. *Today is your sister

Chapter 39: I think I'm going insane.

Caroline One moment I was walking out of the church on shaking legs, and the next I find myself staggering into the first bar I see. It’s located inside a grand hotel that screams wealth. Can I afford the things here? I shrug and push myself through the tables arranged around. It’s crazy. I've never even been to a bar before. But right now, alcohol is the only thing capable of dulling the pain shooting through my chest. I go to the counter, drop onto a bar stool, and order the strongest alcohol available. The bartender studies me for a moment and asks, “Is everything okay, ma’am?” He must have noticed the tears spilling down my cheeks. He puts a bottle of whiskey on the table in front of me and adds a glass. I pour myself a drink and take a gulp. The liquid burns down my throat; I drop the glass on the table. “Are you sure this is strong?” I ask the bartender, and he stares at me with bewilderment. “Yes, ma’am, it’s one of our strongest.” I nod—this is so crazy.

Chapter 40: Grey never looked at me like this.

Caroline I laugh so hard until I'm clutching my stomach. The man looks at me unimpressed. “What’s funny?” His jaw tightens. “People rarely find me amusing.” “ I can see why.” His eyes narrow, and for some reason that makes me laugh harder, God. Maybe I'm drunker than I thought. “Sit,” he orders. I flop on a large couch that feels so soft against my skin, I close my eyes for a moment, relishing the softness. “You know what your problem is?” I ask. “ I wasn't aware we were discussing my problems,” he replies coldly. “You are too serious.” “And you are drunk. Like why the fuck are you even drunk? Is this how you treat people? They pay huge money and you arrive drunk? Is this some kind of a joke?” “Why are you getting angry all of a sudden?” Why the hell are rich people rude like this? He’s clearly trying to flirt with me and he still has the guts to yell, so arrogant. He moves closer to me, his strides long and confident. He stops right in front of me, his nostrils f

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