Cassandra’s POV I stood on the front steps of the estate for at least five minutes, bracing myself for what I had to do. It was dark and I could see the light on in the bedroom upstairs. I had to go in there. I had to confront him. My legs wouldn’t move though. It was like I was stuck on the front steps of the estate. Dillon hadn’t cheated on me, I knew that now. Cameron had gone to visit Dillon and he was sure, without an ounce of a doubt, that Dillon was telling the truth. After Cameron’s visit with Dillon, he’d gone home and told Stella. Naturally, Stella had rushed right over. Jordyn and I had listened to Stella, both of us uncomfortable. We glanced at each other and I wrung my hands in my lap. I should have known. Those were the words that swirled through my head as Stella talked. Of course he hadn’t cheated on me. Of course it had all been Laura. What the hell was wrong with me? Why hadn’t
Jordyn’s POV I was breathing heavily. I didn’t understand. Why had she asked me to dance with her? Why had she pulled me in so close? Why had she stroked the back of my neck, the way she used to, when we were married. And then… She’d brought her mouth so close to mine. It was more than I could handle. I was so insanely in love with her that it hurt. But I knew we couldn’t be together, so I held back. Was she toying with me? But why? “What are you doing?” I asked her. I had a flurry of emotions swirling inside me. “I don’t know,” she said. “I just…I felt something. For you. I don’t know why. So I acted on it.” “Cassandra,” I said, my voice low. I took another step away from her. “You can’t do this. Not if you don’t mean it.” She chuckled. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Do what, Jordyn? Spend time with you? Dance with you? Come on. You and I are much closer tha
Jordyn’s POV It hurt me to see Cassandra hurting, but she was so strong. Within a couple of days, she was smiling again. We hung out, the two of us, playing crib and gorging on ice cream. Stella and Cameron stopped by several times. Cassandra vented. We all listened. In the back of her mind was the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Dillon hadn’t slept with Laura. But all the evidence suggested otherwise. I figured she was just in denial. Dillon kept calling Cass’s cell, but she kept ignoring him. She wasn’t ready to face him yet, and I completely understood that. “Maybe it’s for the better,” she shrugged as we sat outside sipping tea. “What is?” I asked. “Everything. Maybe it’s best this way. Maybe I shouldn’t be in a relationship. Maybe I’m meant to just be alone. Maybe I’m not meant to be happy.” Her words came out of nowhere and they hit me hard in the stomach. “What? No,
Jordyn’s POV Cassandra slept through the night once we were back at my place. I watched over her, stroking her hair, pulling the blankets up around her when she kicked them off. She woke up early the next morning, disoriented at first. I was sitting in the corner of the room, and I watched her face register where she was. And what had happened. “What time is it?” she asked. “Early. Maybe seven am,” I said. “I slept all night?” “You did,” I smiled gently at her. I’d spent the nights thinking of ways to murder Dillon. Violent, cruel ways to hurt him. Of course, I’d never act on any of them, but it made me feel better to imagine them. He’d hurt her. He’d broken her heart. And my protective instincts had kicked in. Cassandra sat up and yawned. “Thank you,” she said. “I barely remember coming here.” “No need to thank me,” I said.
Jordyn’s POV I had just crawled into bed when I heard a light knock on the door. At first, I thought I was imagining it. I was pretty tired, after all. It had been a long night. One of the best nights of my life, (I mean, I got to be a groomsman!) but a long one none-the-less. So I wondered who in the hell would be knocking on my door this early in the morning. Groggily, I went to answer the door, assuming it was housekeeping. When I opened the door, though, I found Cassandra. There were tears streaming down her face. Her mascara was muddy under her eyes. She was shaky so badly she could barely stand up. “Cassandra? Oh my God. What is it? What’s wrong?” She clutched at her silk nightie and shook her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. “Come in,” I said, pulling her into my room. “Come. Sit on the bed. Come talk to me.” I had no idea what could have possibly happened to make
Dillon’s POV My heart melted at the sight of her. She looked beautiful as always. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked into her eyes. Then I held out my arms for her. She was here! She’d come back to me. I didn’t even have to go to Jordyn’s to get her because she’d come back.&