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

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Chapter 0022

William's POV:

I must have been losing my mind, because thoughts of Caroline followed me with no end in sight. Whether it be with anger or with a sudden sense of longing, my mind turned to her for hours on end. Not only did it fill me with deep frustration, but my beloved Sophia could. tell just how distracted I was becoming.

1 shamefully found myself digging through Caroline's social media just to see how she was getting along after the divorce. Surely she had to be miserable without me, missing me at every hour of the day. Instead, what I discovered were carefree photos of her downing drinks at a bar with that friend of hers (Cynthia? Candy? Her name didn't matter).

Surrounding her were a plethora of strange, disgusting-looking men. As a man myself, the lustful looks in their eyes were easily recognizable, and just the sight alone made

my blood begin to boil.

It also led me to realize that Caroline was truly a charming woman, and she always had been. Men seemed to flock to her at just the sight of her smile, and yet I had only ever looked at her with disgust. Although I was reluctant to admit it, she was flawless, and she bore many features that would have otherwise drawn me in.

A sense of clarity returned to me and I realized then that I was mournfully touching her face through my phone screen. Disgust settled over me at my own actions. I love Sophia, I reminded myself, my phone gripped tightly in my hands.

To escape my annoyance with myself, I decided that a late night cruise through the city would calm my strewn nerves. It wasn't until I drove into the lot that I shamefully realized I had subconsciously made my way to the same bar in Caroline's pictures. "I'm here just out of concern," I tried to convince myself, hesitantly exiting the vehicle. "I'm her ex-husband and I have a right to be concerned for her safety."

I knew I'd made a mistake as soon as I stepped into the bar, where I was hit with irritation from the establishment's awful music. It was loud, erratic, and lacked any substance other than to make drunken teenagers dance and grind to the beat.

I distinctly remembered Caroline telling me she'd never been interested in such places, and yet there she was, moving on the dance floor like it was second nature. I fought back the urge to take her away from this place and instead sat down and ordered a bottle of wine while I patiently watched from afar.

The pictures hadn't shown her body, so I was shocked to discover that the rest of Caroline looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair and makeup were spot on and her curved body was -clad in a tight sexy dress with high-heeled shoes that complimented her looks beautifully. Her skin was fair and her cheeks were flushed from alcohol, and I swore I had never seen her look so alluring in my life.

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Chapter 0022

Caroline's friend (whose name I didn't care to remember) made the announcement celebrating her divorce, and it had me rolling my eyes in annoyance. Of course they would be so petty as to celebrate a separation. Despite my irritation, I refrained from interfering and instead kept my eyes on Caroline.

That's when I saw a man touch her hips, his eyes full of desire, and when he refused to let go, my anger hit the roof.

All my prior restraint died in an instant and I clicked a bottle his way, hoping to nail the offender on the head. Unfortunately, the bottle missed, but the subsequent crash of the glass on the dance floor caused everyone to come to a screeching halt, including the creep touching Caroline.

My only thought as I stormed toward Caroline was to get her away from such a filthy place. She yelped and fiercely struggled, but her resistance was ignored and I forced her into my car to take her back to our villa. Sophia and George had yet to move in, so Caroline and I could have some much needed alone time.

When I saw her beautiful form gracing my bed later that evening, my thoughts returned to how gorgeous she looked back to how she looked in the bar. Ashamedly, I lost myself for a moment, allowing myself to touch her and forcing a kiss onto her. It wasn't until I felt the painful sting of a slap to my face that I finally became cognizant of my actions.

What am I doing here? I thought to myself at that moment. Why am I doing this to her? We're divorced, and I have a girlfriend and child!

Disgusted with myself and refusing to face her scared expression again, I went out to a bar (a respectable one this time) for a drink. The rest of that booze-filled night for me was a blur, but I know that when I returned home, I was so drunk I was barely functional. What I said or did to Caroline that night, I don't know, but I had very little control over myself.

I did have bits and pieces of my memory, and worryingly enough, I distinctly recalled Caroline saying something about "death" or "dying". I had no idea what it meant, but there was a sinking feeling I had in my stomach when I woke up the next morning and found a tangle of hair on the sofa.

Initially, worry overwhelmed me at the idea that the strands had been torn out somehow. It hadn't torn anything out had I? Who would lose so much hair in just one night? A surge of panic overtook my heart as the possibilities raced through my mind.

On a whim, I put in a call to a close friend of mine. My foot tapped anxiously as I waited for him to pick up.

"William? Hey, what's up?" the voice on the other end called.

"Hello, Laden," I greeted, my voice wavering with worry. "Your father runs the local hospital, right? I need your help."