All Chapters of Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Cassandra’s POV I knew it. Something was wrong with Jordyn. His voice was strained. I was worried. “Come home, Jordyn,” I told him. “How did you find me?” he asked. “I hired a private detective, Jordyn. Now please listen to me. You need to come home…” “I can’t do that Cassandra,” he cut me off. I heard the sound of clinking. Maybe ice cubes in a glass? I pictured Jordyn, sitting on an unmade bed in a cheesy hotel room, the curtains drawn, a glass of whisky in his hand. The image sent a shiver down my spine. “Why not?” I asked. “Your family is here.” “My family?” he said dryly. “What family? My mother? She’s a whore. My grandfather is dead.” “What about your father? I met Howard for coffee. He needs your support. You’re not the only one going through this.” “My father is a grown man, Cassandra. He can look after himself. He’s not my responsibility.” I paused. I had

Jordyn’s POV Looking back, I clearly wasn’t in my right mind. I can see that now, but I couldn’t see it then. Quite the contrary. Instead, I actually thought that I was making very sound decisions. That’s what a nervous breakdown does I guess – it fools you into thinking that you’re in control when you’re not. I broke down at my grandfather’s celebration of life. There’s no other way to describe it. I just…broke. Something inside of me snapped and I decided to leave. To leave everything. The city, my father…well…I guess that’s really all I had left to leave. Except for Cassandra. But she wasn’t mine any more so that didn’t count. I pulled my father into a room and very calmly relayed all the details of my vile mother’s plans to him. I knew it hurt him, to hear that his wife had been cheating on him and was planning to pull the rug right out from under him. But I told him to get a good lawyer and that he had to fight. He simply nodded.

Cassandra’s POV I knocked on Jordyn’s hotel room door. “Leave me alone,” I heard him growl from inside. “I don’t need any housekeeping.” A wave of relief washed over me. He was here, inside the room. He wasn’t…he hadn’t…Thank god, I muttered out loud.“Jordyn,” I said gently. “It’s me, Cassandra. Let me in.” I glanced around the hallway while I waited. The hotel wasn’t a dive, not in the slightest. It was actually pretty decent.But it was a family style hotel, and there were families all over the lobby. It was such an odd choice for Jordyn. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around why Jordyn was staying at this particular hotel.“Jordyn?” I asked. Silence. When a few minutes had passed and he didn’t answer, I knocked again, more loudly. “Please Jordyn. It’s me. I just want to talk.” I heard his footsteps approach the door and then…it swung wide open and Jordyn emerged. I took one look at him and gasped.

Cassandra’s POV “What?” I asked, glancing over at the massive stack of boxes. “Yeah,” he shrugged, sitting down on the bed. “I bought all that stuff for you. Some of its just crap. Souvenir type things. But there’s some nice jewelry there too. Rubies. Some diamond necklaces.” I walked over the stack of boxes. Sure enough, there were some velvet jewelry boxes tucked away, along with some oversized stuffed elephants and lions. “I don’t understand,” I told him. There was a lot of shit there. Like, thousands of dollars worth of stuff. “You bought all this? For me?” I asked. “I wasn’t…thinking clearly,” he said, furrowing his brows. “It was like I was in a haze. Like I was disconnected from myself. It was so strange. I can’t even explain it.” “I think you had a nervous breakdown,” I said gently. I felt like he was finally going to open up, so I motioned for us both to go and sit outside on the little private deck. The more

Cassandra’s POV Day by day, Jordyn got better. The color came back into his cheeks. His old, sarcastic self emerged. And we began going out more and exploring Atlantic City. I kept in constant contact with Dillon, but I was honest about the fact that I couldn’t come back quite yet. Jordyn still needed me, and I wasn’t about to leave until I was confident he was going to be okay. I worked from the hotel most mornings, but Stella was a rock star and delegated a lot of my work to others, including Lisa. She also told me that Laura was amazing and that they were hanging out occasionally. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I decided to keep an open mind. The only thing I really worked on were Blaire’s sketches. Another loan payment was coming out in a couple of weeks, and I had to finish at least one dress for her when I got back to cover the loan payment. But Blaire adored me and my designs, so I wasn’t too worried about it.