Chapter 160 Revenge will taste sweet - Caroline POV
The woman staring back at me looks old and withered. I've always taken pride in my appearance, anything less than perfect was never accepted.
There's a hole in my chest where my heart used to be. I have always had a plan, and a mission.
Now I'm just floating in a drugged up state doing nothing. They feed me, they make sure that I'm washed and clothed, like I'm some sort of dog that they need to take care of because it's just their responsibility.
Samuel thinks I don't know what he's doing to me. He's been spiking my drinks ever since Ben died.
At first I couldn't find it in myself to care.
My boy is gone.
One of the reasons that I'm living has been ripped away from me, and there's only one person to blame.
I carefully fold the letter my sweet Ben left me, and put it back in my training shoe, sliding it all the way to the front so nobody can ever find it. If you looked at the shoe, that's all you would see, now my most prized possession resides within.
I take a long shower, letting cold water run over me trying to clear the fog from my brain.
Enough is enough. I'm no longer letting Samuel control my life. Ben would frown upon me if he saw the shell of the woman I have become.
I pick my outfit carefully, something classy.
None of the ladies I usually have brunch with have even reached out to me in the aftermath of Ben's death, solidifying that they were never my friends.
I think Miguel moved out as well, now I have nobody but myself left.
But that's all I need.
My dear husband looks surprised when he sees me entering the dining room not looking like a wreck. In fact, I'm looking better than him.
"Good morning." I say brightly as I take my usual seat at the table. "Are you not going into the office today?"
He resigned as senator, blaming Ben for it. I'm sure everything is Ben's fault now. He's not going to take responsibility for any of his actions.
"No, I'm not going in today." He looks suspiciously at me over the rim of his coffee cup. ""You look.....well."
It would have been so much easier for everyone if I just died, but I won't give any of them that satisfaction.
The blood of my son is on someone's hands, and they will pay for what they have done. I don't care what happens to me then. As long as they are in the ground like Ben, I don't care what is next.
"Thank you." I smile, knowing it wasn't really a compliment.
The man sitting opposite me, doesn't want me. He never did. I was chosen for him by his parents.
I remember being so excited. We've known the Cargills for a long time, and I knew how handsome Benedict was. And he was wealthy, too, the perfect man.
Only to come find out he had a baby, and he was strung out on some immigrant.
I should've left them, count my losses and moved on. But my father thought it was a good idea to proceed with the marriage. The Cargills had too much power to let the opportunity slip through our fingers.
So Benedict has hated me from the start, I represented what he could never have.
It bothered me at first that my husband wasn't into me. Now I just don't care, and he can fly to the moon if he wanted to.
Samuel enters the dining room, shock passing over his face for a second before he schools his expression. He thought he could keep me drugged and locked up, but I'm a woman scorned, and nothing and nobody is going to stand in my way for getting those back that harmed my boy.
"Caroline." He nods his head at me, that fucking condescending look in his eyes that I always loathed. "Can I bring you your usual?"
"You know, I'm feeling a little adventurous this morning. Why not some pancakes and syrup, one morning of sweetness won't do me any harm."
Why should I keep my weight under control anyway? Certainly not for a man who has never looked me in the eye when he fucked me.
I used to make Miguel look at me, let him fulfill the role his father didn't. I would cum so hard, but I have accepted those days might be gone now. I don't think he is ever moving in here again, which is sad since I never got to say goodbye properly.
Again, all Samuel's fault. He's been throwing a spanner in the works since I can remember.
I wasn't going to touch Samuel, he seems to be quite fond of Benedict, but now I might make him pay for all the little things he did to me.
Maybe Benedict should too, for not wanting me, for making this house loveless. It's actually all his fault. If he was a better man, none of this would have happened. Ben would never have killed himself.
But first I have to get that bitch.
She doesn't know what's coming to her. She doesn't know the sadistic things my mind can come up with, and she will pay for everything.
I will destroy her.
And I don't care if I destroy myself in the process.