Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again

Chapter 0017

Caroline's POV:

To say the press went crazy after the announcement of our divorce would be an understatement. Rumors of my husband's affair and our Impending divorce stirred up headlines everywhere and it seemed like every day there was another news story about us. The media loved a villian, and William made for the perfect man to lambast.

While I garnered the sympathy of millions, William was far from happy. My phone blew up with calls and texts from him, telling me to talk to the press and say that I lied.

"No," I snapped at him over a call, and it was empowering to be able to say that. If only I could see the shock on his face from hearing his "perfect" little wife outright refuse him. "I won't do anything until you agree to finalize the divorce!"

William's voice was steeped in anger, every word coming out as a growl. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused? My company's stock has taken a nosedive! My parents are so angry that it landed them in the hospital"

The fact that he actually thought I gave a damn about his stock prices made me laugh bitterly. They could sink for all I cared. As for his parents, it only took one look back at how they had disowned me at the birthday party to make up my mind. "I'm not budging, William." "Think about the consequences of your actions for once!" shouted William, somehow trying to turn this on me as if I was the bad guy.

"Speak for yourself!" I scoffed, anger leaking into my tone. "You have no one but yourself to blame for what's happened. I'm not backing down until you agree to a divorce!"

"Fine!" William cried out, swearing from beyond the speaker. "Fine, you win! We'll divorce as soon as we can. Just name the time and place and we can put an end to this forever."

That time and place was the next afternoon and in an attorney's office. William signed the divorce papers with such ferocity, but I hardly cared. I was biting my cheek, waiting for the moment he finished, and when that last letter hit the page, I felt nothing but relief. A heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I was finally free.

No words were shared during the entire procedure, and the moment papers had been' properly filed, we were both out the door. We walked alongside one another silently. I could feel the anger radiating off of him even from a few feet away.

We stepped outside and out into the cool cloudy day. The road was empty and the world had fallen silent. It was like the only two people who existed in that moment were William

and L.

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After a prolonged quiet, I finally turned to him and asked, "Have you ever loved me, William? Even for a moment?"

When William spoke to me, his gaze was as cold as ice. "Not even for a second," he replied through clenched teeth. "I've never loved you. You're just as shameless as your father!"

I forced the tears In my eyes to go down, for I refused to cry in front of this man. I'd suspected that William never loved me, but to hear it from his own lips was heart-wrenching. Now he was bringing up my father yet again, as if he had anything to do with this. What could my father have possibly done to draw such ire from William?

"Why do you hate my dad so much?" I asked finally, demanding the truth.

William's contemptuous scoff made my blood boil. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" he sneered, turning away from me. "You wasted all that time trying to get him out of jail, didn't you? Go ahead and ask him."

I couldn't get another word out before he marched off, leaving me standing alone on the desolate street. Part of me wanted to drag him back and demand a straight answer, while another part wanted to walk away and never look back. Before I could decide, I was hit by a sharp pain in my gut.

Doubling over and gripping the wall for support, my first instinct was to call out to William for help. That urge was quelled in an instant. For the sake of my own dignity, I swore to myself that I wouldn't rely on him.

I hailed a taxi to the hospital instead, and on my way there, I called up Martin to ask him to be there for me while I was in the hospital. Being the kind man he was, he agreed.

I made it to the hospital just as Martin arrived. The doctors poked and prodded to get a read on my condition, occasionally conversing with Martin about the news. After speaking with a few of the medical staff, he approached me with a deep frown set into his features. " The doctors say your condition has only gotten worse.

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"How long do I have left to live?" I asked point-blank, not beating around the bush." Please, be honest with me.

A somber look crossed Martin's features. Words were caught in his throat as he struggled to answer. It seemed he was caught between wanting to comfort me and wanting to give me the honest truth. "If we're lucky? Six months at most."

Blood pumped in my ears at the news. I only had six months? That's what the first doctor had told me after I'd lost my baby. Hearing it again sent a hollow pang in my heart.

In less than a month, my life had done a complete one-eighty, falling from cloud nine and into rock bottom. My husband betrayed me, his family disowned me, my baby had been taken from me, and now I was going to die. A dark, hopeless part of me even wondered what the point was in living anymore.

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My phone pinged with a message from my father. I peered down at the message as I wiped away my tears.

'Hey, Caroline! I haven't seen you in a while, so please let me know if you're okay! I love you!'

I let the silence hang there for a moment before a small smile came to my face.

My father wanted to see me again and simply hoped that I was safe. Although I may not have had much time left to spend with my father, at the very least, I had to prove his Innocence. I had someone worth fighting for, and I was going to fight for him until my dying breath. Setting my phone down, I cast a hopeful gaze over to Martin. "If I take chemotherapy.... how much time would I have left to live?"

Martin offered a tentative look, but a smile soon graced his lips. "We're not sure how long at most, but the doctors say you can make it to two years easily."

A glimmer of determination rose up in my chest. I decided right then that I wanted to live. "Alright," I said with a sharp smile. "I'll do it. I'll undergo chemotherapy." Chapar ES