Semua Bab Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Cassandra’s POVAgain, we found ourselves waiting. Again, we found ourselves tense with worry. Again, Stella stuffed her mouth with sugary snacks. And again, my thoughts turned to the worst case scenario.The doctor had told us nothing. There was no news, no updates. We were stuck in a holding pattern that felt like it went on forever. At one point, I felt like I would break. I honestly didn’t know how much more of this I could take.I’d been there, with him, in the room. He’d been smiling. A little groggy, yes, and talking nonsense about being my husband, but he had seemed…well. Hadn’t he?What had happened? One moment he’d been sleeping and the next? He’d been convulsing.He was in surgery. Again. That was all we knew.And again, all we could do was wait.I don’t know how long it was before Dr. Forter came back. I’d lost all sense of time. Hell, I didn’t even know what day it was anymore. Our time in the warehouse, with Ellie and her stupid pictures felt like a lifetime ago. Had it r

Cassandra’s POVI entered Dillon’s room and my heart sunk. He was hooked up to even more machines than before, and his face was paler than I’d ever seen it. The machine beside him beeped rhythmically, showing his heart beat.But his eyes were closed.It killed me to see him like this, in a coma. I went to his bedside and took his hand in mine.The doctor had said that I should talk to him. What was I supposed to say? Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked at his lifeless face. Cameron said he’d found a match for Dillon, but he was vague about who that was. I didn’t push the issue. As far as I was concerned, it was a miracle. Apparently this person was on her way. Dillon’s condition was critical though. The doctor told us that, at any moment, his organs could start shutting down.I stroked his hand with my thumb, thinking about what to say to him. Then a little voice inside my head told me to just speak from my heart.So that’s what I did. “Dillon,” I said softly. “I don’t know if yo

Cassandra’s POVDillon received the blood he needed, and our prayers were answered. The doctor came out to the waiting room some time in the middle of the night to deliver the good news. Stella was asleep, her head on Cameron’s lap. Cameron was flipping through a magazine on women's health (it was all that they had). I was chewing my nails right down to the flesh. I leapt to my feet when I saw the doctor.“Good news,” the doctor said, smiling. “The transfusion worked. I’m happy to say that Dillon has stabilized and he’s in the clear now.”“Is he awake?” I asked, practically pouncing on the doctor.“Yes. He woke up from his coma about a half hour ago…”“Can I see him?” I asked, cutting off the doctor. He shook his head.“I know you’re eager to see your husband, but I’m afraid he needs to rest right now,” the doctor told us.“Where’s Laura?” Cameron asked, as Stella continued to sleep. I couldn’t help but notice that Cameron kept affectionately petting her head, stroking her hair with hi

Cassandra’s POV“Well, what the hell, hey?”Stella came up behind me, her voice gentle. She knew that there was something between Dillon and I, even if I hadn’t admitted it. She’d teased me about it several times. And now she could see the heartbreak on my face.“Why didn’t he tell me, Stella?” I asked, turning to face her. I felt my bottom lip quivering.“Heck if I know,” Stella said, shaking her head. “Men. Sometimes I really do think they’re from a different planet.”“He was married? To…her?”I glanced down the hall but Laura was gone. It was only then that I noticed Jordyn, standing in the corner of the room, in a shadow. His eyes were fixed on mine. How long had he been standing there? Had he just seen and heard the whole thing?I felt like such a fucking idiot! I’d trusted Dillon. I’d just confessed my love for him. Mind you, he’d been in a coma while I’d done it and probably hadn’t heard me. But still? I tried to steady my breathing. But I felt like everything was unravelling.“

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