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.
View MoreCassandra’s POVI felt like a kid in a candy store as we walked around the cruise ship. It was so big and so elegant, far better than anything I could have imagined. We found our rooms, and I was shocked to see that Dillon had arranged suites for us. I was expecting a small, cramped interior room, which honestly, I’d been a bit worried about since I had such a deep-rooted case of claustrophobia. But our suite didn’t feel small in the slightest. There was a bedroom with two queen beds and more than enough for both of us. I ran my hand over the decadent duvet cover and opened one of the mahogany dresser drawers.“Cass, come see the bathroom,” Stella called to me. I went and peeked in. It was white marble, with a glass shower and two sinks. I’d seen pictures of cruise ship rooms before and they looked nothing like this. This was….extravagant.We both walked out in the main room and gasped at the same time. The main room had a little sitting area with a small couch and a table, as well as
Cassandra’s POV The next few days flew by as I packed for the cruise. I wasn’t nearly as picky as Stella when it came to packing, but I was careful to bring an assortment of clothes. There was a formal dining room on the cruise ship that required appropriate ‘formal’ wear, so I made sure I packed a few gowns. Then there was the pool, so I made sure I tossed in a couple bathing suits and cute little bathing suit cover ups. The cruise ship also had a theatre and a casino, both of which we planned to visit, so I packed some fun casual wear. I also tossed in some exercise wear for good measure, just in case, as well as plenty of sunscreen.The cruise was a short one, just two nights. But it was a one-way cruise to the Bahamas, and we were staying there for an extra couple days at a beachfront resort. All in, we’d be gone for less than a week, which wasn’t that long. I was really looking forward to just getting away though, even if it was for a short amount of time.I stayed at Dillon’s ri
Cassandra’s POVWhen I arrived back at Dillon’s, I was surprised to see Stella’s car parked out front. I rushed into the house and found both Stella and Dillon in the kitchen.“What are you doing here?” I asked Stella. My mind immediately went to work. Was something wrong? Had another company released our designs? Had someone broken into our office again?But Stella smiled sheepishly and held up a massive suitcase.“I need help,” she said. Dillon was standing at the counter, pounding a chicken breast with a giant mallet.“Help with what?” I asked, eyeing the suitcase.“I can’t decide what dresses to bring…” she paused for effect … “on OUR. CRUISE!” she squealed.“What?” I asked. “Do you mean…you’re coming? On the cruise with us?” I whipped my head towards Dillon. “Did you know about this?” I asked.Dillon laughed as he pounded the chicken. “Yup,” he said. “But I was sworn to secrecy.”“Stella, this is amazing,” I replied. “We’re gonna have the BEST time ever!“I know, right?” she said,
Cassandra’s POVThe next day, I went to the hospital first thing in the morning. Dillon put up a bit of a fight about me going, but I explained that I was feeling a lot better and that I needed to go and see about Dillon’s grandfather, Stanley. Dillon asked if it could wait, even a few more days but I was adamant. The FaceTime call with my parents had reminded me that I’d been neglecting Stanley when he needed me most.Plus, there was still this lingering suspicion inside of me that something was off with his illness. I’d seen him with my own two eyes that night at his birthday party. He seemed as vibrant and healthy as ever. It seemed strange to me that he had suddenly collapsed and was rushed to the hospital.I pulled into the parking lot and entered through the ambulatory care doors. Stanley’s face broke out into a huge smile when he saw me, which solidified that my decision to see him had been the right one.“Cassandra,” Stanley said, sitting himself up straighter in his bed. “To w
Cassandra’s POVI rested for three days before I even thought about work again, and it did wonders for my productivity. I honestly hadn’t realized how exhausted I was, so when I finally started working again, I was like an entirely new person. Still had the remnants of the chest cold, but Doctor Sam came back and checked me out again. He was really pleased with my progress and I said I was well on my way to being completely healthy again.This was all thanks to Dillon, of course. At first, I felt guilty about just lounging around his house while he cooked and cleaned for me, but somewhere in the middle of the second day, I just gave in. It was nice and quiet at Dillon’s and went spent the afternoons playing board games and sipping on fruit smoothies that he insisted on making. In the evening, we curled up on the couch and watched Netflix and I was in bed by 9:00 all three nights.On my fourth morning at Dillon’s, I woke feeling more refreshed than I had in years. I told Dillon I wanted
Cassandra’s POVDillon and I had a lovely night together. I sat outside, on the veranda, and watched as Dillon expertly flipped the steaks on the barbeque. The scent of grilled meat wafted through the air, mingling with freshly blossomed lilacs.“I didn’t know you could cook,” I mused. He looked adorable, in an apron that said ‘GRILL MASTER” across the front and a massive spatula in one hand.“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he smiled. Then he winked. “I actually really like cooking,” he told me. “If you can call barbequing cooking.”“I call it cooking,” I said.“Well, just you wait,” he shook the spatula at me. “I have a few more meals up my sleeve.”“You really don’t have to go through all this trouble,” I told him. “It’s not like I’m an invalid. I can look after myself.”“No, you can’t,” he said, his voice serious. “That’s why you ended up in the hospital.”Touche. He had me on that one.“All right, I just mean, you don’t have to dote on me like this,” I told him.
Cassandra’s POV “Crap, Cass. I’m sorry,” Dillon said behind me, scampering away from the screen. I hadn’t even realized he’d come home. I’d wandered upstairs while on the phone to sit outside. I hadn’t heard Dillon come in through the front door.I turned to face him. “It’s okay,” I smiled at him. He was acting like we’d just been caught doing something wrong, which was far from the truth. I had no issues with my parents knowing I was at his house. I just hadn’t told them that yet.“Was it Dillon?” my mother asked. I turned back to my phone. My parents’ faces were smushed up close to the screen, inches away, their eyes squinting.“Yes,” I laughed. “Now back up please. You look ridiculous. Dillon, come say hi.”Dillon saddled up beside me. I could smell his shampoo.“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Stoneworth,” Dillon waved at the phone.“Dillon! So nice to see you. What are you doing at Cassandra’s?”“Actually, I’m at Dillon’s,” I said. “See?” I pointed the camera through the French doors into Di
Cassandra’s POVI decided to Facetime my parents. I was feeling pretty stressed about the meeting and I hadn’t talked to them for a while. They always made me feel better and Dillon was out grocery shopping for dinner ingredients, so I figured it was a good time to call.I dialed and moments later, my mom’s face popped up on the screen.“Cassandra, love! How are you?” my mother asked. She was donning her wide-brimmed gardening hat, which only meant one thing. She was trying to cut roses. We had a professional gardener and groundskeeper, of course. But every so often, my mother got it in her head that she should go and cut some fresh roses herself. It never ended well. She either cut them too short so that they couldn’t really sit in a vase, or she pricked her fingers on the thorns and cursed, or she got bored and gave up.We all tried to convince her to just give up on the whole gardening thing. She clearly didn’t have a green thumb. But she never listened.“Whatcha up to?” I asked, su
Cassandra’s POVShit.‘Bad kittie,” I hissed at the cat the moment I realized my camera had been turned on. Not knowing what else to do, I dove down, my head between my legs, trying to get my face away from the camera. Stoffs, not knowing that she’d done anything wrong, just curled up on the laptop.Everyone started cooing when they saw her.“Oh my, what a pretty little kitty,” I heard someone say.“Look at her. All snuggled up on the keyboard. Oh! She just yawned! I saw her cute little pink tongue. Are we boring you, little kitty?” someone else gushed.But through all the gushing and cooing over the cat, I heard Jordyn’s voice, loud and clear.“Cassandra?” he asked.Damnit. Had he seen me? There had been roughly five seconds before I realized the camera had been turned on, five seconds where my face had flashed right into one of those little Zoom boxes on the screen.I carefully crawled off the chair and onto the ground. When I was sure I was out of the camera’s view, I stood up.“Cas
Cassandra’s POVPing.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 ...
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