Semua Bab Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Cassandra’s POV I spotted Howard immediately. He was sitting in the corner of the busy coffee cup, cradling a Styrofoam cup, his eyes down.“Howard,” I said, taking a seat. He pushed a cup towards me.“I wasn’t sure what you liked. So I went with a vanilla latte. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to.”Howard’s voice was soft. He’d always been a kind, gentle man. The perfect punching bag for a woman like Vivienne. I smiled sympathetically at him. I felt bad for him. He’d been married to a bitch all these years. And now, she was adamant on leaving him with nothing.I still didn’t know how much Howard knew though. So I was careful not to let anything slip about the whole Brock/Vivienne thing.“He just disappeared, Cassandra,” Howard started. “I have no idea where he is. I thought about calling you, but I lost your number. I’m so glad you called.”He patted my hand in a friendly, fatherly way. I nodded.“When did Jordyn disappear?” I asked.“The day of Stanley’s funeral,” he r

Cassandra’s POV “What do you think?” I asked Dillon as we entered the bar. It was the night of Stella’s engagement party and we’d shown up early just to make sure everything was perfect. “This is impressive,” Dillon said. He was wearing a pin-striped suit and a fedora. He looked like he just stepped right out of the pages of the Great Gatsby. He had an unlit cigar in his hand. He was so handsome, it took everything in me not to kiss him. But we didn’t have time for that. The guests would be arriving soon. “I think she’ll like it?” I said, but it came out more like a question. “She’ll love it,” Dillon replied. My silver dress was pretty short and scandalous, which was the point. But I felt a little self-conscious in it, since it didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. I’d paired it with high heels and a blonde wig with pin curls. I was wearing big, false eyelashes and bright red lipstick. When Dillon had first seen me, h

Cassandra’s POV “Your sister?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” Lisa said, her eyes flitting between Dillon and the woman in the blue dress. “I asked if she could come. Remember?” This was unbelievable. Lisa’s sister was…Laura? Dillon’s ex-wife? The woman who had come into the hospital and donated her blood to Dillon and then just vanished as quickly as she’d come The woman who had once carried Dillon’s baby in her womb? “Half sister,” Laura corrected, smiling. “We have different fathers. I grew up with my father and Lisa grew up with her father and our mother.” “Well, not exactly,” Lisa said, rolling her eyes. “Laura grew up with us until she was a teenager. Then she went off the rails. She was a real bad ass. Drugs, drinking, the whole nine years. My mother was at her wit’s end. She didn’t know what to do. She sent Laura off to live with her biological father. Laura’s dad and my mom split up when Laura was really young. Th

Cassandra’s POV The rest of the night went off without a hitch. I couldn’t help but notice though, that somehow, no matter where Dillon and I went in the bar, we kept ending up with Laura.Perhaps it was because she didn’t know anyone else? Or perhaps it was just coincidence, but when she called him Onion for the fifth time, my stomach lurched.For two people that had been married for a hot minute and hadn’t seen each other since, they seemed awfully comfortable together.But still…I pushed away my jealousy and suspicions. Laura was new in town and she deserved the benefit of the doubt.At least, for now.The night moved on. The dancers were fabulous. The jazz singer was sultry. Stella’s singing was…entertaining? My speech was met with raucous applause. The night flew by, and it was nearing midnight before I knew it.Midnight was the time I’d arranged for the fake police to show up and ‘arrest people’. It was a throw back to prohibition days when people actually did get arrested for

Cassandra’s POV The moment I walked into the Ritz, I felt very underdressed. People were sporting full-on formal wear. Well, not all of them. But some. Enough to make me feel out of place in my pant suit, even if it was Chanel. I debated turning around. This was my chance to make a good impression on the Dutchess, which might lead to more orders. But you know what they say – you only have one chance to make a first impression. So I didn’t want to blow it. But then I realized, I’d already made my first impression. Weeks ago when we talked on the phone about her order. And she already liked my designs. I highly doubted she’d change her mind about me based on how I dressed. She clearly already liked me or she wouldn’t have asked me to join her for a nibble at noon. I walked up to the concierge, who eyed me up and down in a snotty way. It was Chanel, for crying out loud. It’s not like I was wearing something from Target.