All Chapters of Once a rejected wife, now a billionaire’s obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 41: Am I dreaming?

Caroline What’s happening? Why do I feel so comfortable? I turn onto my side, but instead of falling off the bed, I stay on it. My eyes flicker and land on the wall. It doesn't look familiar. I scan the whole room; it’s too big. Enormous. Floor-to-ceiling glass shows the bright city outside. The curtains are wide open, letting the sun shine directly into the room. Am I dreaming? Even Grey’s bedroom isn’t this big. A sharp headache explodes in my head, and I clutch it with my hands. This isn’t a dream. So why am I here? I try to sit up, but it feels like I'm glued to the spot. My body feels heavy, tired even. Memories flood in at full speed. The bartender. I remember drinking — he was so sweet, he even gave me a free drink. Wait, did I pass out? After drinking, I recall telling him I needed to pee, then he directed me down a long corridor. I kept walking, walking until I threw open a door. My body jerks awake suddenly, and I sit up. Oh my God, what have I done? “You are

Chapter 42: Last night should never have happened.

Neil I step out of the Ferrari and walk straight into the company. Everyone bows slightly as I pass. “Good morning, sir." “Morning, sir," another greets. Yet I pay no attention; my mind is roaring. As soon as I enter the corridor, my PA stands from her desk with a bright smile plastered on her face. "Good morning, sir." I brush my fingers over the button of my suit jacket. "Good morning,” I reply. "Bring the file I asked you to work on to my office in an hour." “Alright, sir." I walk into my office, slam the door, and sit at my desk. Last night was a disaster. I had wanted it to chase away the hollowness I feel deep inside. But since I left the suite, I can’t stop thinking about this woman. This is my first time booking an escort, and I almost wish I hadn't. I drop the briefcase on the floor and start working. A few minutes later, my phone buzzes on the table, and I pick it up. It’s a text message: *Sir, I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night, I had an emer

Chapter 43: Maybe this is not the end.

Caroline I push open the restaurant’s door and step out without looking back. The heat outside hits me like a slap, and my fingers clench around the termination paper, crumpled so tightly that it’s almost soft now. Every step I take feels disconnected, as if my body is moving ahead of my mind. A car honks nearby, startling me. Someone shouts, but I’m too far gone even to reply. Life moves quickly, but not mine. I raise my hand weakly and stop a cab. I get in without thinking, feeling the need to get out of here. The paper is still in my grip, and the heavy bag rests on my lap. “Where to?” the driver asks. For a moment, I search my mind. My mouth opens and closes. Where? My parents’ place? A place that feels more like a prison than a home. My throat tightens. “Just... drive.” The car merges into traffic. For a few minutes, I do nothing but watch the houses, shops, hotels, and trees blur past. They’re all beautiful, a stark contrast to my hollow and ugly life. It feels like

Chapter 44: It will be for revenge.

Neil I step into the penthouse, and the silence greets me before anything else. I haven't been here in months. Ever since the divorce. This is a place I once called home—happy with my family, my wife, my kid—until I found out he wasn’t my son on the internet. My gaze scans the entire place; it’s too neat. Too still. A stark reminder that she’s no longer here. My jaw tightens as I shut the door behind me with a click. The sound echoes through the hallway like it’s announcing to the whole house that the owner is finally home. I loosen my tie as I walk in, but it feels like the fabric is choking me instead of helping. The first thing I see is a small shoe near the entrance. I stop. For a second, I simply stare at it. Then my eyes move without permission, slowly, like they already know what else they will find. A toy under the table. A cup that’s not mine. A frame on the wall turned slightly crooked, like someone left in a hurry and didn't care enough to fix it. Or may

Chapter 45: It’s mine.

CarolineI sit on the living room floor with my back against the bare wall. The room feels warm, a sensation I haven't experienced in a while.It’s crazy.My stomach growls, and I pull the canned food I got from a nearby restaurant closer and dig in.The taste isn't anything special. Cheap. Bland. Yet, it feels better than any meals I’ve had in months. Maybe because nobody is staring at me, nobody is comparing me to Callie. Nobody is reminding me of my failures.Just me and silence, within the four walls of my new apartment.I swallow another spoonful and look around the empty room. No sofa. No television. No decorations. Nothing. A laugh escapes me.The place looks terrible. But it’s mine.When I finish the food, I set the container aside and drop my head into my hands.Exhaustion hits me immediately. The last twenty-four hours feel unreal.Yesterday, I watched the man I loved marry another woman.This morning, I woke up in a stranger’s bed, with three hundred thousand dollars and a

Chapter 46: One reckless night.

Caroline The moment we step into Mia’s house, the smell of garlic, butter, and something sweet hits my nose. My stomach growls. Mia bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, was that your stomach?” Heat creeps to my neck. “No.” “Carrie, it practically barked.” Landon chuckles as he hangs his key by the door, then walks inside and leaves the two of us alone. A groan escapes my throat. “Can we pretend that didn't happen, please?” “Absolutely not,” she laughs, already pulling me toward the dining room. Unlike my apartment, hers feels warm, like a normal home. Family photos decorate the walls. Flowers of different kinds beautify everywhere. A soft blanket is draped over the couch. The entire place radiates warmth. For a while, my gaze scans the whole place, fascinated. Mia must have noticed because she studies my face. “You like it?” “It's beautiful,” I breathe. A warm smile spreads on her lips. “Thanks.” She pulls a chair from the dining table and gestures for me to sit. I do. A

Chapter 47: Neil.

Neil My shoes echo through the hallway as I walk in. My PA, Vanessa, moves to my side with a big smile on her face. “Good morning, sir.” I pause, staring at her revealing outfit, a low-neckline gown that’s too tight I'm surprised she can breathe. The neckline is so low that it would have violated the company’s dress code. A part of me wants to ask why she’s putting on something like that in an office, this is not a fucking strip club, the other part suggests I shift that to later, I have people waiting in the boardroom, and I can't waste another minute pointing things out to her now. “Good morning, is everything ready?” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” My feet dart towards the large boardroom and I step inside, Vanessa appears a minute later and takes a seat too. Everyone’s eyes fall on her, but no one talks, they simply focus on me. “ Good morning Mr Dempson.” “ Good morning.” I take a seat. Then we start, the conference room is silent, except for the sound of papers being turned.

Chapter 48: Maybe this is what moving on feels like.

Caroline The sound of a knock wakes me up. For a few seconds, I stare at the ceiling, confused. Then reality comes rushing back—my apartment, my new life. I remember I actually slept on the floor last night because I don't have a bed yet. A low laugh escapes me—of all that's happened recently, sleeping on a cold floor in an empty apartment is the least painful. Maybe because this time, it was my choice. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes, then more knocks come. “Caroline!” I immediately recognize that voice—Mia. Of course. I barely open the door before she pushes inside with a big smile, holding several shopping bags. “Good morning, homeless woman.” I stare at her. “Good morning to you, too.” She looks around, then at me, then back at my empty apartment. Her eyes narrow. “Please don't tell me you slept on the floor.” I say nothing. My mouth drops open. “Carrie.” “What?” “You actually slept on the floor?” I shrug. “It wasn't that bad.” She looks offended. “Not that bad

Chapter 49: It’s over.

NeilI park my Ferrari in the company's driveway and grab my phone. Just about to step out when something catches my eye. I stare at the screen and suddenly become alert. The first sign that something's wrong is the twenty-three missed calls on my phone; the second is that my mother is among them. I pause, staring at the missed calls—twenty-three calls, seven messages, three voicemails—all received within the last hour."What the hell is going on now?” I mutter under my breath.My phone rings again—my mother. Of course. I reject the call.It rings again immediately—again I reject it—but on the third ring, I answer."What?""Neil Dempson!”I pull the phone away from my ear. "Good morning to you too.”My mother's sharp voice cuts through. "Don't good morning me. What's going on?”I frown. "What are you talking about?”The line goes silent, then she asks, "You haven't seen it?”Seen what? Before I can ask, another call comes through—Xander. Then Damon. Another— the head of public rel

Chapter 50: It’s Caroline Sawyer now.

Caroline The loud banging on the door nearly gives me a heart attack. I jolt awake and stare at the ceiling. For a moment, I'm convinced the apartment is under attack. Then Mia’s voice comes through the door. “Caroline, open the door before I break this thing down!” I groan and bury my face in the pillow. Correction: the apartment is not under attack; Mia is just being Mia. I drag myself out of bed and walk slowly toward the door. The moment I open it, she marches inside, carrying two paper cups and a bag. “You are alive. Good.” I blink. “It’s seven in the morning.” “Exactly.” “Normal people are asleep.” “Normal people have jobs.” I stare at her, and she stares right back before handing me the coffee, which I collect without hesitation. “You are evil.” “I've been called worse,” she says, throwing herself on the couch. “Drink that.” Taking a sip, my eyes immediately widen. “Oh.” “See?” “That actually tastes good.” She gasps dramatically. “You doubted me?” “Every day.”

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