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

Chapter 0015

William's POV:

The day I grew to hate Thomas West was the same day I started dating Caroline.

Roughly two years prior to our divorce, I was on my way to meet Sophia at a coffee shop we both frequented. It was a pleasure we partook in weekly after we became friends. We tended to talk about a variety of things, whether it be our day, things going on with our families, or hobbies we enjoyed, like photography.

Sophia was a skilled photographer, something she demonstrated for me often. Her talent was what had gotten us acquainted in the first place, in fact. Photography had been a rather large passion of mine when I was younger, but I had to quit my dream of going professional after I had to take over the family business. Sophia had reignited my passion for the craft, and we discussed it often over

I had been single at the time, but if I were to ever take someone as my girlfriend, Sophia would have been a perfect match for me. What I felt for Sophia was not love, however. We were just friends, and that it was something we both treasured.

All this is to say that Sophia was near and dear to my heart, so I was startled when I strolled over to the coffee shop and found her on her knees before a man. Wait, was she begging?

The man in question had auburn hair with a streak of gray and was wearing a suit. It was Tom West, the father of Caroline, another friend of mine. They talked intensely about something that I could barely make out.

Before I could reach them, Tom ended the conversation with some stern final words. Entering his luxury car, he quickly sped off, leaving Sophia in the dust and on her knees.

Sophia was still silently kneeling on the ground by the time I made my way over to her. Her expression was unreadable, barely able to even look at me as I asked her if she was okay. She took my offered hand and allowed me to bring her out of the hot sun. "What was that?" I inquired, my voice laced with concern. "Why were you kneeling in front of him like that?"

Sophia looked at me oddly, mustering up a smile. "Nothing happened," she replied with a strained and wavering voice. "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with."

A deep frown etched itself into my face, and I wasn't sure if I really believed her. She was my friend, and I wanted to take her words at face value, but I couldn't tell if she was being honest with me.

After buying us both coffees, I allowed us to relax in silence before I tried again. "Are you sure everything's okay?" Sophia had been a good friend to me over the years, and so I couldn't help but be concerned for her. What really happened between her and Thomas +25 BOHUS

eluded me, but it didn't look good.

"I'm sure, Willlain," she assured me, focusing on her coffee. "Please, don't worry about It."

I acquiesced and dropped the subject, but before I did, I left her these words: "Sophia, just know that no matter what, I'll be there for you. If you're in trouble, just tell me and I'll do all that I can to help you.

She smiled so sweetly at me, and I swore I felt my heart flutter just looking at her soft face. "Thank you, William," she whispered, her voice quiet and so gentle. "I'll let you know if I need your help."

With that final reassurance, the subject was dolled. We went on back to discussing photography and some of the most recent pictures she had taken of some nearby -architecture. Other than that odd occurance with Thomas, the day had passed by normally. After the day passed and Sophia went back to her normal self, I forgot about the entire incident for several months. She had assured me repeatedly that she was fine, and I believed her. So, when she failed to show up for coffee one day, the incident didn't even occur to me.

After growing worried about my friend, I messaged Sophia to find out why she hadn't shown up, but I got nothing in response. Calls, texts, emails; all were met with silence. I even ventured to her home at one point, but no one lived there anymore

For a week straight, all my attempts to reach her went unanswered. It seemed she had just vanished into thin air. It left me distraught and I feared that something bad might have happened to her.

Then, one day, Sophia sent me a text message. I felt my heart leap in my chest and I rushed to open it, hoping for an explanation and an assurance that she was okay.

'I'm sorry, William. Someone had threatened me and forced me to leave the city. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again."

I was flooded with alarm. Someone had threatened her? Who? Why would they want someone as kind and sweet as Sophia to leave the city? Confused and panicked, I quickly sent her a text back. 'Sophia, what do you mean? Are you in danger? Do you need help?'

There was a moment of no reply before I got a text that simply read:

'I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I think I might have been in love with you. Please, find someone who will love you just as much as I do."

'Love you, Sophia."