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

Chapter 0029

Caroline's POV:

Martin's offer was tempting, but my guilt was overwhelming, I already depended on him for so much, and while he assured me he was just trying to be a good friend, I was surely taking advantage of him. He was a charming gentleman who led a successful life, and if the shameless flirtation from that pretty doctor was anything to go by, he was going to have a girlfriend, too. Who wouldn't love such a warm and successful man? Maybe William, I thought with some

umor. As for me, how could I continue to trouble him when he'd already dealt with so many of my other problems?

"I appreciate you, Martin," I said at last, my voice gentle in its rejection, "but I can't take your offer. I don't want to be your burden, and besides, I can take care of my own problems."

A worried frown settled deep into Martin's face "Caroline, you don't have to worry. You'll never become a burden to me. We're friends, aren't we? Friends help each other when they need it most. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be the one who needs your help in return." The very idea of Martin needing my help was ridiculous. Shamefully, it was always me who was the damsel in distress. How could a man like Martin need help from a person like me?

"Thank you, Martin," I replied, my voice thick with shame, "but I don't know if I can accept your offer. Besides. "My thoughts returned to the pretty doctor who had requested Martin's company. "I don't want our arrangement to be misunderstood by your suitors." Confusion flitted over Martin's face before my implications finally dawned on him. "Wait, are you talking about the doctor I was talking to?" he inquired, an incredulous laugh on his lips. "As sweet as she is, we're just colleagues. I never even knew she liked me before. today."

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the misunderstanding. "Well, that's not all," I retorted. "I'd feel guilty if you wasted all your energy on my grievances. If you're really dead set on helping me, though, you can just recommend a reliable real estate agency who can get me a decent place to live.

A soft quiet enveloped the luxury car as Martin contemplated my words. "Alright then," he said finally "Come on, let me take you to lunch. I can contact a few agencies for you. Besides, you've lost a lot of blood, so you need to eat something."

I offered a kind smile and refrained from arguing with him this time, allowing him to drive. me to a lovely little joint where we had a nice meal and talked freely. Shockingly, the real

state agency he recommended found me a stunning little home in a little under an hour.

Late that afternoon, I returned to my weather-worn old house, flooded and wrecked as it

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was. Whatever precious items and necessities could salvage was quickly packed up and swiftly moved to my new home.

The lovely new abode was cozier and situated in a nicer neighborhood. The little home was so cheap one would almost think it was a scam, but that was simply Martin pulling a few strings. I thanked Martin endlessly for helping me to find it.

Martin generously helped move me in with a smile on his face. As we were leisurely putting things away, we discussed the curious contents of William's computer. The miles of incriminating evidence he had on my father was deeply alarming, and I still had a hard time wrapping my head around the video I saw.

Martin bore a conflicted look as he helped me store some of my clothes. "William had a lot of evidence on your father, and that video wasn't doing him any good. Do you think your father could have...?"

I fixed Martin with a scathing glare before he could finish his insinuation. Just the suggestion that my dad could commit a crime like that deeply hurt me, softened when I saw the sincerity in his eyes.

but my

heart

The events of the past few days greatly fatigued me, and I simply sighed. "No, he isn't that type of man," I argued. "He did nothing wrong, and I'm going to prove it to everyone. I'm going to find out the truth and clear his name.

"If you say so," Martin hummed with a nod. "In that case, I believe you fully,"

We took a small break, which was merciful on my withered body, and I noticed my phone was dead. As soon as it was recharged, a mountain of missed calls and texts made themselves known in one unceremonious batch, and all from the same person: William.

William was undoubtedly furious that I skipped out on the physical exam, but I didn't care, and I deleted any voicemails he left me without sparing an ear. After all the nonsense he'd put me through, I just wanted him to leave me alone. As I was lazily skimming through my other missed messages, though, my eyes wandered over a strange text from a number I didn't recognize.

'Guess what's going to happen next? I'm looking forward to seeing your face when it happens.'

My heart sank to the floor at the sight of the ominous message. Who was texting me, and what did they mean?