Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again
Chapter 0037

Chapter 0037

Caroline's POV:

I sprinted out of William and Sophia's villa with little ceremony, running until I was far enough away to cough up all the blood in my mouth.

My stomach was in agony from the damage done by the cancer. I had no choice but to shamefully sit on the side of the road while I waited for a taxi, in pain and tasting iron.

I'd been terrified at the possibility of William following me outside, whether it be out of anger or suspicion. If he did, he would undoubtedly see my secret revealed as crimson splatters all over the ground. Would William feel disgusted? Worried? Would he take it as another way to blame and humiliate me?

For my own sake, William couldn't know about my illness, and neither could Sophia. Sophia would only gleefully turn around and use my sickness to taunt me more. She had defiled the grave of my puppy just out of spite, and she faked an injury by me just for William's sympathy. It was pathetic how much William followed her tune.

Sophia had been so aggressive towards me, and William had immediately come to her defense, no questions asked. Then he dared to act as if I would hurt the mother of his child. I was once a mother! Or, I was almost a mother, if it wasn't for that tragic day. When the taxi finally came, I was so weak that I couldn't even make it inside. The taxi driver had to help me into his car, giving me a worried look all the while. I had to gingerly assure him that I was okay before he took me to the hospital.

I could feel my energy being sapped more and more from my body the longer I stayed in the taxi. Weakly, I grabbed my phone, calling someone I knew I could trust: Martin.

To my relief, Martin was quick to pick up, a smile in his voice. "Caroline! Hey, what's up? Did you find out anything else about your father?"

I tried not to let out a whimper from the agonizing pain in my stomach. "No," I rasped into the phone. "Martin, I'm sorry to bother you. But... I'm not feeling well right now."

Worry blanketed Martin's voice as his tone grew panicked. "Caroline? What's wrong?" he asked. "Where are you?"

Martin's voice was a comfort to me, because unlike William, he actually cared for me. I felt awful for depending on Martin for help all the time; but he was truly a blessing in my life, always there for me when I needed him the most. "Don't worry," I assured him, trying to keep the tremble from my voice. I clutched tightly at my abdomen, which eased my pain only slightly. "It's not very serious; just a bit of bleeding. I'm on my way to the hospital, alright?"

Martin made an unsure noise, but in the end, he replied, "Okay. I'll be here, waiting for you. Please, take care.

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Chapter 0037

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"Thank you, Martin," I whispered tiredly into the phone.

Martin chuckled softly on the other end, filling me with warmth. "Hey, don't worry about it,' he told me. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"Yeah," I said with a broadening smile. "We're friends."

I hung up and squeezed my eyes shut for the rest of the taxi ride, helplessly holding my stomach and wishing for the pain to go away while the car took me to my destination.

Our arrival to the hospital was swift, and I paid the taxi driver a generous tip as I got out. As soon as I stepped onto the pavement, my knees buckled and gave out under me. What little strength I had finally ran out. I let out a pained cry as I fell, fully expecting to get a knee injury alongside my stomach cancer.

A pair of gentle hands caught me before the painful crash. I looked up in surprise to see it was Martin, who studied me with a face full of worry!

A weak smile crossed over my face at the sight of my friend. "Oh, thank God," I whispered softly. "It's you. I—"

Before I could finish another word, a burst of agony struck me, hitting me so hard that my world began to go dark.

"Caroline!" I heard Martin yell past my fading hearing. My eyes strained to stay open as he hurriedly carried me into the hospital.

I heard Martin begin frantically ordering around the doctors as they laid me on a stretcher. I could barely make out their alarmed words, but one thing another doctor said stuck with me: The cancer seems to have spread. It's worse than ever before. We need to take her in for emergency treatment."

A tormented groan left my lips as they wheeled me into a white room. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? were my very last thoughts before I blacked out.