All Chapters of Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Cassandra’s POV Abortion? But that didn’t make any sense. According to Dillon, he’d married her because she was pregnant. He thought it was the right thing to do. Then Laura had lost the baby and they realized there was no need to stay married. So they’d divorced. “I don’t understand,” I shook my head. “That’s not what Dillon told me.” “Maybe that’s the story they agreed to tell people?” Lisa offered. “But it wasn’t a miscarriage. It was definitely an abortion. Laura told me so herself. She said she decided she couldn’t have a baby. Although she didn’t say why. She booked an appointment and had the abortion. She didn’t tell Dillon until it was done.” My mind spun. Is that why they got divorced? Because Laura had an abortion that Dillon didn’t want? But if Laura didn’t want the baby, then why did she marry Dillon in the first place? Unless she changed her mind somewhere along the lines. Dillon had seemed so

Cassandra’s POV I was sitting at work the next day, still going over the conversation I’d had with Lisa. I was both stunned and unnerved by some of the things she’d said. If Dillon had known that Laura had an abortion, why had he told me she lost the baby? Was he intentionally lying to me? And if so, why? Then there was the whole sociopath thing. I googled it and read a brief definition. Lisa’s description had been pretty spot on though. From what I could gather, IF Laura really was a sociopath, then she didn’t really care about anyone and she felt no guilt if she hurt someone’s feelings. She also had a complete disregard for what was ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. I struggled to put this into context with the Laura I’d met. She didn’t seem like a sociopath, not by definition anyway. But hey, I hardly knew the woman. I appreciated Lisa filling me in on Laura’s history. Just as I appreciated her vague warning not to trust Laura. It wasn’t th

Cassandra’s POV Later that night, Dillon and I were putting on our rented bowling shoes. He’d insisted we go bowling as a mid-week date. I wasn’t too keen on the idea, since I wasn’t much of a bowler and the thought of wearing shoes that someone else had worn was gross to me. But he was excited, so I did it for him. My meeting with Stella was weighing heavily on me though. She’d been so blunt, so formal. It was her way of hiding her disappointment in me, which I totally deserved! I’d just wished that she had yelled, or cried – anything other than the silent detachment she’d shown. Dillon knew something was wrong, but I waved off his questions. He was really looking forward to this date and I didn’t want to dampen the mood. “Okay, Cass,” he said, his eyes twinkling. The sound of bowling balls travelling down the lane and pills falling over reverberated throughout the bowling hall. “You’re up. Show me what you got!” I ra

O’Flannigan’s was an Irish pub. It was one of Cameron’s favorite places. I liked it too. It was casual and the Irish stew was to die for. I’d barely slid into the booth across from my brother when he accosted me. “Stella’s pretty pissed,” he said. His hands were wrapped around a cold pint of dark beet. “I know,” I said wearily. “She has every right to be.” “You really fucked up, Cass,” he told me. “Is that what this lunch is about? To me what a fuck up I am? News flash. I already know.” I opened the menu even though there was no point. I already knew I was having the Irish stew. “That’s not why I asked you to lunch,” he sighed. “I’m not here to chastise you.” “Then why are we here?” I asked. “You have to fix this,” he told me. “This rift between you and Stella? It’s not right. She’s miserable. Like, REALLY miserable. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was having some sort

Cassandra’s POV I looked down at the folder I was holding then back up at Jordyn. “Pardon?” I asked. Surely, I hadn’t heard him right. “I’m here to apply for a job,” he repeated. “My resume and portfolio is in the folder.” I put down the folder. “I don’t understand,” I said, confused. “I need a job, Cassandra,” he told me. “So I’m applying for a position with Hot House Flower.” I sighed. This wasn’t making any sense. Jordyn had been the CEO of a massive conglomerate media corporation. We’d entered into a business collaboration BECAUSE his company had been so big and could offer things we couldn’t afford on our own. Now he wanted to work for us? At Hot House Flower? “You need a dedicated media manager,” he told me. “I’ve thought about this a lot. I have the experience and expertise to really take your brand to the next level. I have connections, too. I believe I would be an as