A message came through on my husband's phone. 'Hey, baby. Hope this gets you nice and hard. Can't wait to see you tonight xoxo'. What? I was shocked! But I was even more shocked when I saw the picture. A woman in a skimpy, slutty, red lace bar. The bra was so sheer you could see her nipples. She had red lipstick, her face in a sexy pout. The woman was my husband's first love – Ellie! My husband was cheating on me? A wave of nausea washed over me. My heart raced. I felt dizzy. It was clear from the message that this wasn't the first time, either. I would never tolerate such a thing. I asked for a divorce and threw away my wedding ring. He would definitely regret it when he found out I was actually a billionaire. But so what? I don't care.
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A message came through on my husband’s phone. ‘Hey baby. Hope this gets you nice and hard. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Meet at my new place? 1215 Sherbrook Drive. Xoxo’.
What?
The message was quickly followed by a picture.
It was a woman in a skimpy red lace bra. The bra was so sheer you could see her nipples. She had red lipstick, her face in a sexy pout.
I recognized the woman. It was…
Ellie.
My husband’s first love.
But how was this possible? Ellie had been in a horrific car accident many years ago. A head-on collision with a semi-truck. She’d been lucky to survive, but the accident had left her in a coma. She was a vegetable, kept alive by machines, unable to talk or move.
Jordyn had been devastated. His heart belonged to Ellie; she was his first love. His only love. He had visited her for a long time after the accident, even though she couldn’t communicate.
I’d known how much he loved Ellie, but I thought that after several years of marriage, he’d grow to love me too.
This text message, however, suggested otherwise.
Her NEW place? Something about this told me it wasn’t the first time. How long had Ellie been out of the hospital?
And more importantly, how long had Jordyn been seeing her?
A wave of nausea washed over me. My heart raced. I felt dizzy.
I stared at the erotic picture of Ellie, speechless. But then I heard Jordyn coming out of the bathroom. I quickly tossed the phone onto the bedside stand.
He was wrapped in a towel, bare-chested, and freshly showered. He didn’t even glance at me; he just went straight for his phone. He saw the message, ran his hand through his hair, and smiled. Then he went to his wardrobe and threw on some clothes.
“Where are you going?” I asked, innocently. I knew damned well where he was going. But he didn’t know that I knew.
He turned, exasperated. “None of your business, Cassandra.”
“When will you be home?” I did my best to sound nonchalant.
“Nevermind.” He shook his head. “God. You’re so controlling. Just back off, will you?”
Without another word, he left the bedroom, slamming the door behind him
I clenched my fists.
I sat alone in the bedroom, thinking about our marriage. I recalled why we’d been married in the first place.
I’d helped Jordyn’s grandfather while I was still in college. That’s actually how I’d met Jordyn. It was love at first sight for me. He was so handsome, so smart, so sexy. But I quickly found out that he was in love in someone else. So I figured my feelings would never be reciprocated. And I was just about to drop it and force myself to move on, when Jordyn suddenly had a change of heart. Out of the blue it seemed, he wanted to marry me.
Me!
I’d been over the over the moon! Our wedding day had been picture perfect. I was the happiest girl in the world.
Until…
It became clear pretty early on in the marriage that Jordyn hadn’t married me for love. For him it was just a marriage of convenience. He needed a wife to look after him, so that’s what I did. He became even more distant, though. Cold even. He was gone a lot. Always working late. Plus his mother hated me, so that didn’t help.
Still, though, I brushed it off and tried to be the perfect housewife.
Why?
I was naïve.
I thought that if was perfect, maybe he’d grow to love me. If I doted on him, took good care of him, made all his meals, kept a nice, clean home, maybe I’d earn his respect?
It hadn’t worked. He became even more absent. His mother became even more venomous. I became miserable.
So….I suggested a divorce. Several times. I was serious. Why stay in an unhappy marriage? But he was dismissive. He scoffed at me, said I was being ‘overly dramatic.’ ‘Unreasonable.’ ‘Ridiculous’.
Then he tossed more money at me, to placate me.
It was never about the money, though. I didn’t want his money. I only wanted the one thing he was never going to give me.
His love.
The image of Ellie, in her red, lacy bra, flashed through my mind.
This was the last straw. He was cheating on me? With his first love? This was unforgivable. I had to confront him.
I had to confront both of them.
I drove to the address from the text message.
Eillie answered the door, surprised to see me.
“Cassandra?” she asked innocently. “How lovely to see you!” She reached out to embrace me, but I waved her off.
“Stop pretending,” I told her. “I know what you and Jordyn have been doing.”
She blinked rapidly a few times. Then her expression changed. Her lips curled up into a sly smile.
“Is that so?” she cooed. “Well, you’re not surprised, are you? I mean, when was the last time you and Jordyn made love? From what I understand, he never even touches you anymore. It’s me he wants.”
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, taunting me.
“It’s ALWAYS been me.”
I was angry but I held it in. I wasn’t going to let her see me get upset. She didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing that she’d hurt me. That they both had.
“How long?” I asked. “How long has this been going on?”
I wanted all the facts so I could make an informed decision. I did my best to remain calm, but my mind whirled.
“He’s a MAN,” Ellie said. “He has NEEDS. Sexual needs. Needs YOU can’t satisfy.” Her tone was mocking, and sarcastic. I held in my anger. She continued. “He never loved you. He never will. You’re a nuisance to him. A nag. Always meddling in his affairs.”
I didn’t respond. Her words cut deep. I had tried, many times, to be intimate with Jordyn. I craved intimacy with him. But he’d always held me at arm’s length. Even when we were making love, he was still distant.
“Ellie, I was thinking Chinese for dinner. How does that…” It was Jordyn. He emerged from her bedroom, his shirt off.
“Jordyn?” he asked, clearly surprised to see me.
He took one look at me and his face contorted into a look of shock.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low.
“Cut the crap,” I said. “I know everything.”
He nodded. I searched his face for guilt. But there was none.
I knew what I had to do.
“You have two choices. Either you come home with me…immediately…” I paused for effect.
“Or?” he asked, his hands on his hips.
“Or we get a divorce.”
My breath hitched. Deep down, I wanted him to come home. If we could sit down and talk about this, maybe…just maybe….we could work this out. I mean, I loved him. I really did. I was angry, yes. And hurt. But he was my husband. We could go to counselling? Try harder?
He interrupted my thoughts, though. And his next words shattered me.
“Enough,” he scoffed. “Really, Cassandra. You’re so childish.”
Childish?
And then it hit me – he was NEVER going to change. He was a condescending, arrogant, belittling asshole! At least, that’s how I felt in the moment. He had ignored me for years!
I’d been so stupid! So naïve!
Well…not anymore! This marriage was over!
I slid my wedding ring off my finger and forced it into his hand.
“Take this ring. I don’t want it.”
“Cassandra,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t talk to me,” I seethed. “Just wait for the divorce papers.”
Cassandra’s POV“Come on! It’s staring!” Stella squealed, motioning for us all to join her. We were at Dillon’s, eagerly awaiting the start of the televised red carpet event for the launch of Lucinda Starke’s new movie. True to her word, Lucinda had ordered a custom dress from Hot House Design to wear to the event. I’d worked tirelessly on the dress myself, making sure that it was perfect. Now it was time to watch her prance down the red carpet in it.It was a Saturday night, and we were only a couple weeks away from our vacation now. Dillon was back to his old self and had been given the green light from the doctor to go on a holiday. I hadn’t told Stella about my strange phone call with Jordyn regarding the fashion show bill. The phone call had been almost a week ago, and despite his promise to pay the bill, I kept getting calls from the venue.I tried to push the stress aside so I could really enjoy the evening. Dillon had cooked us all his famous lasagna, and we’d eaten outside, si
Cassandra’s POVI asked the person on the phone to clarify. What did she mean Jordyn hadn’t paid the bill! I asked for the amount of the bill and balked. It was a massive amount of money, since the venue included décor, food, lighting, and drinks. Jordyn had arranged everything, promising to foot the bill, as per our collaboration. And clearly, he’d spared no expense.Don’t get me wrong, the venue had been magnificent and Jordyn had really outdone himself. But I never, in a million years, would have made some of the choices he had if I’d known we might have to pay for it.I thanked her and told her that I would take care of it. I hung, feeling upset. Hot House Flower didn’t have that sort of money just sitting around. But as co-signers of the event, we were on the hook for the bill if Jordyn’s company reneged on the payment.Which it looked like they were.My mind spun. Sure, we had a company account, but paying off a bill that large would put a massive dent in our company funds, and w
Cassandra’s POVLisa! Of course!“Come in,” I said, smiling. She was the wife of the man Ellie had been cheating with. I’d sat with her and consoled her while we talked about men and how awful they could be. I’d given her my number, hoping that we could become friends, but I’d never heard from her.What was she doing here in my office though? I told her to come in.She came and sat at my desk, a troubled look on her face.“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.“It’s no bother,” I said kindly, my curiosity piqued.“I thought about doing this over the phone, but I figured it was best to do it in person.”She reached into a briefcase at her feet and pulled out some papers. She placed them on my desk, spread out, and then shook her head.I stared at the papers, shocked. They were…my sketches. The design sketches that had been stolen the night of our office robbery.“Where did you get these?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the sketches.“I found them. In his drawer
Cassandra’s POVI closed down my computer for the day, happy to be done work for the day. I was bringing Dillon dinner at his house, even though he was more than capable of cooking again. He’d been home for over two weeks now, and he was back into his old routine, with a few modifications. He still had to take it easy when it came to physical exercise, and he wasn’t supposed to work too much, but he was getting better day by day.I brought him supper every day after work. It was the least I could do, since he’d looked after me when I was ill. Besides, I liked being at Dillon’s house, and I looked forward to it every day. Honestly, I think he liked being taken care of, which was why he hadn’t offered to cook dinner yet. He was milking it a bit, the whole ‘me looking after him’ thing. I was happy to do it though. It felt nice, taking care of Dillon after everything he’d done for me.We’d talked about having me stay with him, at his house, while he recovered. But I ultimately thought it w
Dillon’s POV“Vacation?” Cassandra asked, an amused look on her face. I blushed. What the hell had I just said? Of all the things I could say to her, right in that moment, I asked her to go on vacation?I felt like an idiot. I’d made a promise to myself when I’d found out she was kidnapped. I promised to tell Cassandra how I really felt. This whole business with Laura had stirred up some unexpected emotions in me, bringing me back to a time I wanted to forget. Plus I was emotional from the medication.But none of that changed how I felt about Cassandra. My feelings for her were so strong, so real, and so all-consuming.I loved her. I’d always loved her. And I always would.The night I met Laura at the law school mixer was the night I’d found out that Cassandra was engaged. I pretty much NEVER had one-night stands. I was more of a relationship type guy. But seeing Cassandra’s engagement splashed all over Facebook, well. It hurt. I felt like I’d lost her, forever. She was getting married
Dillon’s POVShe was so cute when she ate soup, Cassandra. I watched her from my bed as she tried to delicately slurp the soup from the spoon, dripping some onto her chin. I’d been bracing myself for the conversation we just had for days, ever since I learned that it was Laura who had swooped in and given me the blood I needed for my transfusion.I hadn’t even seen her, though, Laura. She left long before I was awake that night. She just sort of slipped in and slipped out, just like she had all those years ago. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.I rarely thought about those days. Sometimes it felt like it hadn’t even happened. One minute, I was flirting with a pretty woman at a law school mixer. And the next? I was sitting in a café being told I was going to be a father. I’d been so caught off guard, so overwhelmed. And then I’d been overjoyed.That was the part I left out while I told Cassandra the story.The news that Laura was pregnant had hit me like a bolt of lightning, but on
Cassandra’s POVI felt my jaw drop wide open.What did he just say?Laura had been…pregnant? That wasn’t the reason I’d been expecting. Dillon fell silent, staring out the window. My thoughts whirled.“And the baby was…” my voice trailed off.“Mine,” Dillon finished, a finality in his tone.“Oh my god, Dillon,” I said, reaching for his hand. “What happened? To the baby, I mean?”For a brief moment I wondered if Dillon had a child. I mean, it was possible, I supposed. I wasn’t naïve enough to think he’d never been with a woman before. And accidents happen. So it was plausible that Dillon had a little kid out there, running around somewhere in the world.But then why wasn’t he with his child? No. I shook my head. Dillon would NEVER abandon his own child. He was loyal to a fault. I chastised myself for even thinking that way.“It was an accident,” Dillon told me. “I barely even knew Laura. We just…we hooked up one night at a college party and then bam, out of nowhere, she called me up to
Cassandra’s POVIt wasn’t until a week later that I finally got up the nerve to ask Dillon about his ex-wife, Laura. Dillon had been recovering for the better part of the week, and I didn’t want to disrupt his progress. He was mostly asleep anyway, drifting in and out of dreams, seeming a bit dazed and confused. So I waited until I felt like he could handle the emotional weight of the conversation.“Hello beautiful,” Dillon smiled at me as I came into his room. Cameron and I had been taking shifts at the hospital, making sure that at least one of us was always there for him, although, in all honesty, I was there the most.He was sitting in his bed, looking quite good. The color had come back to his face and he was no longer hooked up to the machines. He wasn’t quite well enough to go home yet, but he’d been transferred out of intensive care and now had a room with a window. He’d still need to stay another week or so in the hospital so he could be monitored, but he looked more like hims
Cassandra’s POV“There she is. My beautiful wife,” Dillon teased from his hospital bed, winking at me. He was trying to make a joke about the fact that I was pretending to be his wife, but hearing him say the word ‘wife’ cut my heart like a knife.He was looking much better though. The color had returned to his cheeks a bit and his complexion was less gray and pasty. He was sitting up, still hooked up to an assortment of machines. But he was awake and lucid.I paused at the door. Part of me wanted to run to him and take his hand in mine. I wanted to rest my head on his chest and have him stroke my hair.The other part of me?It wanted to slap him hard across the face.“What’s wrong?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “I was shot, remember. I’m not contagious. Come. Sit.”He patted his bedside, searching my face. I tried to move, but my feet wouldn’t budge.“Dillon,” I said. I wanted to ask him about Laura, but he was still hooked up to machines. He’d just gone through hell, hell that I’d c
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