Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1200

Rebecca arched an eyebrow, her tone cool but edged with curiosity.

She pressed on, “You’re saying she lost her mind. But why? What kind of shock did she go through?”

Francis’s gaze flickered. “Rebecca... I already told you, it’s not really my place to share. It’s her business—”

Rebecca let out a small, bitter laugh. “Her business? Really? What kind of secret are you trying so hard to keep?”

“Rebecca—”

“If you won’t say it, I will.”

She’d had plenty of time to piece things together while she waited for him.

Rebecca’s eyes narrowed as she asked, “Caroline came back because she saw Eddy at Sapphire Springs Medical Center, didn’t she?”

It wasn’t hard to figure out. If something could shake Caroline this badly, it had to be serious. Rebecca knew all too well—she’d been through something similar herself.

Her face went a little pale. “Five years ago, on my wedding night… Caroline was in my bridal suite. With Eddy.”

Francis’s mask slipped for a heartbeat—Rebecca caught the flash of guilt.

She gave a wry, humorless chuckle. “So you did know all along.”

She faced him head-on, eyes sharp. “Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

Francis was silent for a long moment, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

He finally asked, “How did you find out? Did Eddy tell you?”

“Does it matter?” Rebecca’s eyes widened, her voice trembling with the effort to keep calm. “Isn’t it time you told me why Caroline and I ended up in the wrong rooms that night? Don’t tell me it was just a coincidence.”

She’d never imagined her new husband would be stolen from her before their marriage had even begun.

Rebecca shook her head, still trying to make sense of it. “Didn’t she love you? Eddy was drunk, but what about her? Why would she let him—?”

Francis’s expression hardened. “That night… Somebody set me up. Caroline and I were both drugged. She was looking for me, not Eddy.”

Rebecca stared, stunned. “So it wasn’t just some accident. It was planned. Somebody targeted you.”

Francis nodded, quiet and unflinching. “Yeah. But what difference does it make? I never denied it was my fault. I hurt you.”

Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling. “It does make a difference. I always thought I was partly to blame—that maybe I’d somehow caused all this. But it was you. It was Caroline. It was all of you.”

The truth hit her like a punch—she’d been pushed into disaster by their mistakes, not her own.