Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire

Cassandra’s POVClink. I heard the ring drop to the ground as I turned and walked away.I hopped into my car and pulled away, without even so much as a glance back.He wanted to cheat on me? Fine. He could have sex with whomever he wanted. I was done! I’d call Cameron to come and pick me up, and I’d go home. Back to the estate. Back where I belonged. I rolled down the windows and cranked up the radio. Relief flooded through me. I felt like a weight had been lifted – a Jordyn-sized weight. The wind blew through my hair and I felt free, really free.Back at the apartment, I hauled out my suitcases and a few things. I didn’t need to take everything; I could replace most of my clothes. Then I called my brother.“Hey, Cameron. It’s me. Come pick me up? I finally left Jordyn.”“Say no more. I’m on my way.”I waited for my brother in the foyer. He pulled up in a hot, red Lamborghini. He got out and rushed towards me, scooping me up into a crushing bear hug.“I can’t breathe,” I mumbled in

Cassandra’s POV “Thanks Dillon.” I sighed.“Never mind, ready to enjoy your traveling?” Dillon smiled and winked at me.“Yeah, but I gotta call Stella first.” I took the calling card out and threw it in the bin and got a new one. I then called Stella on Facetime.“I’ll be gone for about a month,” I told Stella. Stella was my best friend, one of the only people I’d been able to count on through everything. I trusted her with my life, so it only made sense that I trusted her with my company. Then I gave her the rundown on all the business affairs of Hot House Flower. I’d only be gone a month, so I only told her what she needed to know. Stella had a degree in fashion, just like me. Although my degree was in design and hers was in fashion marketing. But still, I knew she was the right person to look after my company while I traveled to clear my head.“Don’t worry, Cass, I got you,” she told me, giving me a flying kiss. “Just go and heal. And when you get back, we’ll celebrate you dumpin

Cassandra’s POVI eyed myself critically in my floor-length mirror. After a long, drawn out deliberation, this was the dress I’d chosen. A calf-length, A-line dress of emerald green silk. It cut into a halter style at the top and plunged dramatically in the back.I nodded approvingly at my reflection. The dress was, of course, one of my own designs. It was the perfect choice for the Talks and T***s banquet.It hadn’t taken me long to decide. By the time Stella and I had finished our bagels and lox, the decision was made. I would attend.Jordyn could be damned for all I cared. I wasn’t going to let him prevent me from attending this banquet. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Stella had agreed whole-heartedly, and we’d spent the past week ensuring that I chose the perfect dress.If I was going to run into Jordyn, I might as well look hot as hell, right?Ping.It was a text from Stella.“Good luck! Knock ‘em dead.” Heart emoji, dancing girl emoji, four-leaf clover emoji.An

Cassandra’s POVI struggled.At first, I really did.His lips pressed into mine and I struggled against him.But then…His lips were warm. Warm and familiar. The lips that I’d kissed so many times before. And despite all my anger, I felt myself unwillingly wanting his kiss.My mind screamed at me: Push him away! My mind knew better, knew that I shouldn’t let this happen. My mind wanted me to run, far away. To stop this kiss immediately.But my body?My body still wanted him. My body always had. So many nights, I’d lay awake in bed, longing for him to touch me, for his lips to kiss my hot flesh. My body wanted this kiss.My mind and my body fought hard.But my body won.I parted my lips and the kiss deepened. I tilted back my head, allowing him to kiss me passionately.It was ironic. I’d always longed for Jordyn to kiss me like this. I’d longed for it our entire marriage. Our kisses had been lifeless. Cordial. The kind of kiss you give a friend.He had passion, all right. But this pas

Cassandra’s POVI laid out the suit one last time on the desk. Then I inspected it with a scrupulous eye. I wanted to ensure that every single detail was perfect, right down to the last stitch.It was a gift for Stanley Smith, Jordyn’s grandfather. I had been working on it for months. I hoped it would show him just how much I respected him, and how much I’d enjoyed our time together.I carefully placed it in a garment bag, realizing that it was probably the last gift I would ever give the old man.Once Stanley heard that Jordyn and I were getting divorced, he’d want nothing to do with me. At least, that’s what I assumed. So this birthday tonight was going to be bittersweet. I still had no idea how I was going to tell Mr. Smith that we were divorcing. But I had to face the music some time. And tonight seemed as good a time as any.Just then, there was a light knock on my office door.“Come in,” I said, and Stella entered.“Cass, we have a bit of a problem,” Stella confessed, holding ou