Mag-log inI felt my cheeks flush with anger. I was both furious and ashamed. Furious at Jordyn for causing a scene like this in front of so many people, and ashamed that people were whispering about us behind their hands.
Jordyn was making me look like a fool, with Ellie on his arm, a smug smile plastered on her face. How could he do this to me? Did he not care about me at all?
I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I was shaking. I wanted to rush out of the crowd, but I was frozen to the spot. My feet wouldn’t move.
Just then, I heard a voice reverberate through the restaurant. Someone was speaking into the microphone on the restaurant’s stage. All eyes turned to the stage.
I turned, only to see Dillon, a charming smile on his face.
“I’d like to announce that all bills will be covered by me tonight,” Dillon said. “Food, drinks, desserts – the tab’s on me. So drink up! Eat up. I sincerely hope you all have a wonderful evening.”
The crowd erupted into applause, shocked by Dillon’s generous offer.
I stared at him, stunned. Dillon was going to pay? For everyone’s meal? My gosh, that would cost a fortune!
I flashed him a perplexed look.
But he gave me a reassuring nod and signaled for me to leave. I understood immediately. He’d taken the microphone to steer the attention away from Jordyn and I. With all eyes still on Dillon, I stepped around Jordyn and left the restaurant unnoticed.
I wandered back to my car, feeling downcast.
I didn’t understand how our marriage had become like this. Jordyn was accusing ME of first approaching him? Of being the one to instigate our entire relationship? That wasn’t true.
It had been him! Jordyn had approached me first. He’d taken me out on dates and showered me with affection. It was one of the reasons I’d fallen in love with him.
But now he was accusing me of only loving him for his money? That was preposterous. It made me sound so shallow. Did he really think that of me? That I was just some shallow gold digger? That our entire marriage had been built on false premises?
And what about the car accident? He’d actually insinuated that I had something to do with Ellie’s accident. In front of everyone.
Did he not know me at all? I could NEVER be involved in something like that. I wouldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone an actual person. I’d felt horrible for Ellie after the accident. She’d slipped into a deep coma. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even my worst enemy.
My heart felt so heavy, I thought it might drop right through my stomach.
“Well that was…something.”
A voice interrupted me from my thoughts. Dillon was standing in front of me. His tone was teasing, and his green sparkled as he looked into mine.
“That was a disaster,” I replied, shaking my head.
But Dillon chuckled, one hand in his pocket.
“You know, the next time you want to give the restaurant a dinner theatre performance, you really should get paid.” I knew he was joking and trying to lighten the mood, but I was still too embarrassed to find the humor in it.
“I’m so sorry,” I told him. “I’ll pay you back.” I felt awful that Dillon was footing the bill for the entire restaurant. Sure, lawyers made good money, but it was a high-end restaurant and the bill must have cost him a small fortune.
“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled. “I’ve taken care of everything. And I’ve made sure none of it will be posted online. “I wanted to take you out for an expensive dinner. And that was one hell of an expensive tab.”
I laughed and thanked him sincerely.
“I should have stepped in sooner,” Dillon said, dropping his smile, his face serious. “Jordyn caused such a scene and I should have stopped it. I’m sorry that it took me so long to intervene. I hate that he tried to embarrass you publicly like that.”
“It’s not your fault,” I replied. “I’m sorry our dinner was ruined.”
Dillon nodded. “That’s my only regret of the evening,” he said. “That I didn’t get to have a nice dinner with you. I guess we’ll just have to try again another time.”
I was touched. Dillon was clearly a kind, generous man. He’d just bailed me out of a tough situation, and I was just about to tell him how grateful I was for his kindness when my phone rang.
It was Stella.
“Cass,” she said, her voice rushed. “I have news. BIG news. You won’t believe it. We just got an invitation to…” Stella paused for dramatic effect. “To attend a business banquet. The invite came from the host himself. He’s inviting a ton of successful CEOs from the industry. Including us!”
Stella was right; I couldn’t believe it. This was HUGE for us and our company. Not only was it recognition of how successful our company had become, it was also a fantastic opportunity to find potential partnerships. We’d never been invited to an event like this. My mind reeled with the possibilities.
I hung up with Stella and smiled at Dillon. I happily told him the good news.
“I’m so happy for you,” he said, his face breaking out into a smile.But then I saw his expression change. He furrowed his brows and looked troubled.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Well, I agree that this is a huge opportunity for you and your company. It’s just that, um, this business banquet? I’ve heard about it and…” His voice trailed off.
He clearly had something to tell me but judging from the expression on his face, he was reluctant.
“Dillon, tell me. What’s wrong?” I prodded him.
His eyes met mine.
“I could be wrong, Cass. But I’m pretty sure the banquet is hosted by….
….Jordyn’s company.”
Dillon’s POV The wedding dress had been Stella’s idea, and I had to give it to her, she’d really delivered. It was still the same dress, but also different. More elegant, more of an actual wedding dress. I knew that Cassandra would love the vow renewal. It was romantic and simple, but from the heart, with the waves lapping behind us and the sunset painting the sky in brilliant pastels. The justice of the peace had been easy to find, with the help of the resort. I’d bought the ring right before we left, something new that spoke to our family now, with three extra diamonds for each of our precious children. Cassandra thought I’d preplanned my vows, but I hadn’t. I hadn’t needed to. When it came to Cassandra, words of love just rolled off my tongue. Our vows now to each other were similar to the ones we would have spoken when we first got married, except they were different too. When we first got married, we didn’t know what our marriage would look like.
Cassandra’s POV Stella led me outside where Dillon was waiting for me. He’d also gotten changed, into the same outfit he’d worn at our original wedding, with a few modifications. He was wearing a black tie and pants, instead of shorts. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at my gorgeous man. Stella was right. I should have known that Dillon would plan something like that for me. I thought I’d been so clever to try and surprise him with a vow renewal, but if I’d thought of it, of course he had too. My vow renewal had been a disaster, and I was confident that this was going to be wonderful. Everything Dillon touched turned to gold, so I took a deep breath and got ready to be swept off my feet. “You look perfect,” he said to me. Then he nodded to Stella. “Well done,” he winked at her. “I aim to please,” she smiled. Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek, placed my hand in his and sauntered away. Dillon led me down to
Stella’s POV After dropping Cassandra off with Dillon, I practically skipped back to the party. I knew what Dillon had planned and it was good, but instead of feeling jealous this time, I was on cloud nine. I’d always secretly wished that Cameron would be a little more romantic, but the bomb shell he’d just dropped on me more than made up for all the times he’d let the romance slide. I paused at the edge of the party, watching Cameron dance. He was surrounded by all the kids, and they were all laughing hysterically, trying to imitate his various dance moves. My heart skipped a beat. What a man. Sure, he wasn’t the most romantic guy out there. And sure, he drove me completely crazy sometimes. But he’d just done something so beautiful for me, for our family, and as I watched him dance with the kids, I found myself falling in love with him all over again. How had he pulled that off? Where the hell had he found a baby? Ho
Cassandra’s POV I knew the moment Cameron pulled Stella away that he was going to tell her about the baby. I’d been completely floored when Cameron told me. It was so unlike Cameron to do something without Stella’s approval. I actually couldn’t believe that he’d arranged it all. I mean, that had to be a lot of paperwork. I was impressed. Stella was practically skipping as she made her way back to us, a huge smile plastered on her face. Cameron had been worried that she’d be upset. I hadn’t been though. I knew Stella would see it for what it truly was – a generous act by a man who loved her to pieces. She told the band to cut it, and then clinked her glass. “We have an announcement to make,” she said, and all eyes turned on her. “My wonderful, ROMANTIC husband,” she said, staring right at Dillon with a triumphant smile as she said the word ‘romantic’, “has just informed me that we will be welcoming a beautiful baby boy into our fa
Stella’s POV There are few things I like more than a good party, and the celebration after the wedding was exactly that. I was still Maid of Honor, of course, as my official duties didn’t end until midnight, as far as I was concerned, so I doted on Dakota, making sure her drink was always full. Of course, I made damn sure mine was too. The wedding had been really beautiful, simple and sincere. And it was hard to believe that we were all leaving tomorrow. Well, except for Dakota and Jordyn. Cassandra was a saint and was hauling Stanley back with her while they had their honeymoon, which we all know is just another word for ‘sex fest’. But I was happy for them. They deserved to stay in Cancun a little longer, since they lived in the butt fuck arctic as far as I was concerned. Let them soak in the sun while they could. They’d be back in their parkas before they knew it. A mariachi band played some pretty good tunes, and we danced, at
Cassandra’s POV I knew from the moment I walked up to Jordyn that he was an emotional wreck. I felt the same way. I didn’t know why this wedding was so emotional – it wasn’t supposed to be. Dakota and Jordyn had chosen a simple, beachside wedding in Cancun with only their good friends nearby. They’d both been so collected during our week there, nothing at all like most brides and grooms during the week before their wedding. Maybe that was it then. Maybe we’d all been TOO calm and collected, bottling up our emotions without even really knowing it. But the moment I took Jordyn’s hand in mine, I felt like the flood gates were going to open and I was going to be a hot mess. I had to hold back though, for Jordyn. He’d waited so long to get married, and as such, he was doing his best to really contain himself, at least until Dakota walked down the aisle. “Deep breaths,” I whispered to him, taking my own cue and doing the same. Cameron’







