All Chapters of Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Cassandra’s POV Two hours later and we were at the male strip club, sitting in the VIP section, our dinners finished, watching the opening acts for the strippers. Stella’s words had cut like a knife. They’d literally knocked the breath right out of me. A bridesmaid? Stella and Laura had been friends for like, a hot minute. Why would Stella ask her to be a bridesmaid? I didn’t understand. Were they really that good of friends? When had this happened? And why hadn’t Stella told me? That didn’t seem like something you just forget to tell your best friend. I hadn’t really said anything. I’d just sort of stood there, like an idiot. I mean, what could I say? Please don’t? She’s crazy! I don’t like her? It wasn’t my choice. It was Stella’s. It was her wedding, her bridal party. It wasn’t my place to tell her who she could or could not have in her own bridal party. Besides, as far as everyone else was con

Cassandra’s POV Over the next day and a half, I was sugar sweet to Laura. We hit up the strip, dressed in our Bachelorette clothes and popped in and out of all the amazing hotels and casinos. We attended a pool party, which was pretty wild, as well as a nightclub. We ate at the biggest buffet I’d ever seen and gorged on crab legs and lobster. And of course we spent a lot of time just lounging by the pool in the desert heat. Laura was a nightmare to share a bed with. She tossed and turned all night, stole all the blankets, and mumbled in her sleep, although I think she was doing it on purpose. Because of this, I didn’t sleep well, but I never once let on how tired I was. Instead, I just happily pulled on my baseball cap to cover my botched hair every morning and listed off the day’s itinerary. My plan was to get through the trip as best I could, making sure that Stella had an amazing time. Once we were back at home, I intended on setting up Laura to ex

Cassandra’s POV “It’s so fucking hot,” Stella whined, taking another swig of the water. I glanced at my phone. 22 minutes left. Which meant we’d only been sitting there for eight minutes. It felt like a lot longer though. I couldn’t help but chastise myself. Why had I taken us all on this stupid hike? It’s the desert in the summer, for crying out loud. We should have just stayed by the pool. What had I been thinking? “Do you think they found cell service,” Stella asked. She tried to shift her position on the ground but then winced. “Ugh. My stupid ankle really hurts. Do you think it’s sprained?” She looked up at me from under the shirt on her head. The girls had taken off their shirts before they left and given them to us to try to shield our bodies and heads from the sun. “I don’t know,” I said, glancing down at her hiking boot. “Maybe?” “Figures,” she sighed. “Well, there goes our last night in Vegas,” she said.

Cassandra’s POV I hung up the phone, but continued to hold it in a clenched fist. I’d just had a conversation with Blaire Montgomery regarding her latest dress shipment. She loved the latest dress. It fit like a ‘cloud’, she’d told me, whatever that meant. And she couldn’t wait for the next dress. I’d been thrilled to hear that she was so happy. But when I politely asked if she’d had a chance to sort out her wire transfer details at the bank, she’d chuckled dismissively. “Didn’t I tell you, love?” she’d said. “I’m on my way to Africa for an African safari. What fun! It was a last minute thing. Some friends of ours insisted we go. Don’t you want to see and elephant, Blaire, they asked me. Well, who can say no to that. Of course I want to see an elephant. Majestic creatures, elephants. Don’t you worry though. I’ll take care of payment as soon as I’m back.” I’d swallowed hard. An African safari? “Oh, okay,” I’d said, trying to hide t

Dillon’s POV How to propose? That was the number one question on my mind. In fact, I spent so much time thinking about it, I was driving myself a little crazy. I knew I wanted to marry Cassandra. I had no doubts now. She was everything to me, and even though our relationship had moved forward at lightning speed, it just felt right. So I wasn’t worried about how soon it was. I also wasn’t worried about her answer. I knew she’d say yes. Cassandra and I fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. We clicked. We had a rhythm, her and I. And I was excited to spend the rest of my life with her. We had similar dreams for our future. Travel. Owning a sailboat. Advancing our careers. Right before Cassandra and I became an item, I’d been feeling really burnt out at work. I’d just sort of lost my passion for the whole corporate world. I was irritated during meetings, and tired all the time. So, I’d toyed around with the idea of doi