All Chapters of Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Cassandra’s POV Once we were all back, the weeks leading up to the fashion competition went by in a blur. We received our completed designs from the company we’d hired and they were everything we could have hoped for. Our entire team was exhausted, even though we’d made sure that everyone got ample rest. Stella and I had already made the mistake once of burning the candle on both ends and we’d learned our lessons. So this time, we were striving for a much better work/life balance.But still, there was so much to do, so many moving parts. Our excitement about the up-coming competition was mixed with anxiety. We still hadn’t found the person who’d broken into our office and stole our designs, and we felt like we were walking on eggshells. What if they released our designs to the public before the competition? Thankfully, we had more than enough work to keep our minds occupied so we didn’t dwell on it too much.Jordyn called our company several times, requesting meetings. Stella took the

Jordyn’s POV I didn’t mean to look at Cassandra so much during the fashion show, but she looked radiant and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her. I hadn’t seen her since the incident on the cruise ship, although Lord knows I tried. I called her several times, hoping that she’d call me back. I just wanted to talk to her, to apologize again, to explain that I had no idea Ellie was capable of such a vile crime. I also wanted to tell her that Ellie was in jail and I would testify against Ellie if needed. What Ellie had done was wrong and she deserved to be punished for it.But Cassandra wouldn’t take my calls. I thought for sure I’d see her at one of the meetings since her chief designer still wasn’t back and Cassandra had taken over some of her duties but nope. Stella said Cassandra was far too busy, which I knew was just an excuse. Cassandra was a personal assistant. How busy could she be? She was avoiding me.I knew she’d be at this show tonight though. Just as I knew we’d be in the s

Cassandra’s POV I pulled into Stanley’s estate and grabbed the bouquet of flowers and caramels. I hadn’t seen Jordyn’s grandfather, Stanley, in a while and I was excited to see him. It had been a few days since our celebration at Dillon’s bar and when I called Stanley to ask for a visit, he assured me that Jordyn wouldn’t be there.I knocked on the front door and the maid answered. She brought me to the living room where Stanley was sitting, looking quite dapper in a polo shirt and pressed pants. He’d been home for a bit now and I was happy to see the color back in his cheeks. He smiled as soon as he saw me and went to get up, but I motioned for him to stay seated. He was doing well but he was still recovering.“Don’t get up on my account,” I told him, rushing towards him. I leaned down and he kissed my cheek.“Are those for me?” he asked, reaching for the flowers. “Oh Cassandra, orchids, my favorite. How lovely and thoughtful of you.”“And these are for later,” I said, handing him th

Cassandra’s POV I stopped by the liquor store and picked a bottle of Pinot Noir, Dillon’s favorite red wine. Then I drove straight to his house. I knocked, but I heard him call out through the house:“It’s open!”So I let myself in. The moment I stepped inside his house, I felt comfortable and warm. There was something about Dillon’s house that made me feel at ease. Or maybe it was Dillon himself. I wasn’t sure. But in any case, I was glad to be there, even if it was so I could ask him for help.I went to the kitchen, wine in hand, and was met with the tantalizing scent of lasagna.“That smells amazing,” I told him, setting the wine down on the counter.“I’m glad you called,” he said, uncorking the wine. “I have enough lasagna to feed a small army. So, what’s up?”He poured the wine and passed me a glass.“It’s about Jordyn’s grandfather,” I stared, but I watched as Dillon’s face fell. “No, it’s not like that,” I explained in a rush. “He’s a very good friend of mine. This honestly has

Cassandra’s POV“I’m surprised,” Dillon said. “I thought for sure Jordyn had bailed Ellie out. But I guess I was wrong. He seems really…” Dillon’s voice trailed off as he searched for the right word.“Worried?” I offered.“Yeah. I mean, he actually told me to look after you. That says a lot. I guess he’s finally realizing how awful Ellie is.”“Awful and dangerous,” I said.“So I guess we wait?” Dillon replied.“I guess we do,” I agreed. We turned our show back on but neither of us had the capacity to watch it. We were both tense and anxious. Hopefully, Jordyn could track down Ellie. In the meantime, there really wasn’t anything we could do.Roughly fifteen minutes later, my phone rang.“It’s Jordyn,” I said, answering it.“Her phone’s been disconnected,” Jordyn said as soon as I answered.“What?” I asked, stunned.“I tried everything. Her phone, her social media accounts, everything. But she’s blocked me on all her social media. I have no way to contact her.”“Why would she do that?”