Semua Bab Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Cassandra’s POV Stella came out of the shower, freshly scrubbed, a towel wrapped around her body at the chest. She was scrunching her hair with her hands. “You’ll be my Maid of Honor,” she said. “Of course!” I replied. I had already showered and was applying my make-up. It actually felt good to get all dressed up for the night, since we’d been spending the majority of our trip in bathing suits and beach cover ups. I was wearing a blue satin dress with a cute skirt that had a little flounce. Stella was going to wear her black cocktail dress with a wide open back. “Good,” she said, ducking into the bedroom to get changed. “I was thinking in the shower about the wedding. I’d like a Spring wedding, with lots of fresh flowers. Sort of a romantic feel. You know? I have a few venues in mind. We can check them out when we get back.” I couldn’t help but smile. Stella had been engaged for all of what – two hours? And she was already planning

Cassandra’s POV It was dawn as Dillon and I boarded the plane. As soon as Dillon heard, he started making arrangements to get us home. It hadn’t been easy though, since Bora Bora only had select flights in and out. He’d tried to charter a private plane, but the couldn’t find one on such short notice. Cameron and Stella had stayed by my side while Dillon made phone call after phone call. He was the epitome of strength and calm. Eventually, he secured us both an early morning flight. “It’s economy seating,” he said apologetically. “That’s fine,” I told him. It didn’t matter to me HOW we got home. All that mattered was that we did. Once we had the flight, I felt ten times better. The wheels were in motion. I’d be home tomorrow. I could see Stanley. I texted Jordyn to let him know I’d be arriving late afternoon. Then, because there was nothing else we could do, I suggested we all go and eat. “Are you sure?” Stella asked.

Cassandra’s POV Dillon stood beside me as Jordyn stumbled towards us. He had to steady himself on the back of a chair. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Jordyn was spiraling, right before our eyes. “Really Cassandra?” Jordyn said, “You brought your boyfriend here?” “Jordyn,” Dillon said, stepping forward. “I’m really sorry to hear about Stanley. I know how hard this must be.” “You don’t know jack shit,” Jordyn snapped at Dillon. I stared at Jordyn in utter disbelief. He looked ten times worse than the last time I’d seen him, and he’d looked awful then. His shirt was wrinkled and untucked. His pants had stains on them of some sort. His face looked pale and sunken. There were dark circles under his eyes. He’d lost weight, too. He was skinnier than I’d ever seen him. “I wish we were meeting under better circumstances,” Dillon continued, unphased by Jordyn’s rudeness. “I wish we weren’t meeting at all,” Jordy

Cassandra’s POV Dillon decided to leave after that. There was no point in him hanging around, and with the way Jordyn was asking, I was afraid Jordyn was going to do something stupid, like punch Dillon. I promised Dillon again that I would go nowhere near Jordyn, not alone. I was only there to see Stanley, to help in whatever way I could. “I’ll have my phone on,” I told Dillon. “Me too,” Dillon said, kissing me on the forehead before he left. My plan was to stay with Stanley for the rest of the day, and then go back to Dillon’s. Jordyn did have a point when he said I wasn’t part of the family anymore. I wanted to help, but I also didn’t want to get in the way. It was an hour or so before Stanley woke up again. I was hanging out in the dining room, surrounded by maids and other assorted staff. Jordyn was nowhere to be seen, and I could only assume he’d gone and passed out somewhere. Vivenne, too, wasn’t around. So I was just sipping on coffee

Cassandra’s POV Dillon reached for me as I climbed out of bed the next morning. “Hey, get back here,” he said lazily. But I shook my head. “I have to get back to Stanley’s,” I told him. “But I’ll make us some coffee first.” I trudged out to the kitchen and started making coffee. I was exhausted. I’d barely slept all night. I’d tossed and turned, unable to get Stanley’s dying request out of my head. I completely understood where he was coming from. He was worried about Jordyn. I didn’t blame him. Jordyn was spiraling out of control. He’d lost his company and his wife (me). His ex-fiance (Ellie) turned out to be a crazy person from hell who had both tried to kill Stanley and had almost killed Dillon. And now his grandfather, one of the closest people in his life, was dying of an inoperable brain tumor. Stanley wanted Jordyn to be happy. And right now, Jordyn was a VERY far cry from that. He shouldn’t have asked