All Chapters of Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Dillon’s POV The first few days on the yacht flew by. It was as though the tension that had been building between us sailed away with the wind. We were happy, laughing, enjoying each other’s company. We sailed down the coast and then docked in a small harbour just off the coast of Mexico. The weather was hot and humid, but there was always a breeze on the boat.We swam in the crystal clear water and took to land in the late afternoon to eat at quirky little Mexican restaurants. We even fished off the yacht and caught enough fish one day to have for dinner. We weren’t on anyone’s schedule, and it was nice, just doing whatever we wanted when we wanted. We wandered through markets and ate fresh fish and fruit in the mornings. We took long naps in the late morning, and stayed up past midnight, staring at the star-speckled sky. Cassandra definitely thought the proposal was coming a few times, and I played it up, teasing her without knowing I was

Cassandra’s POV We were getting closer and closer to the port at Florida, but I had to admit, I was confused. It was almost time to get off the yacht, and I had no ring on my finger. Several times during the trip I’d been sure that he was going to propose, but each time, it had ended up being completely the wrong place. He said we were going out to a special dinner. I romanticized a candle lit table on the beach, the sound of the waves in the background, the full moon rising. But instead, he’d taken me to a rowdy bar that served tacos. I’d stood there, stunned, as people danced on the counter tops. It was hardly the place to propose. The next day, he’d told me we were having a special lunch. This is it, I’d told myself. He’d probably booked us some sort of private tour to a secluded beach somewhere. I could see the soft white sand, the lush jungle in the background. Yes, that would be the perfect

Dillon’s POV “Oh look, Dillon. There are ducks. See? We can sit out here, right on this bench, and feed the ducks.”Cassandra was pointing out at the pond. Sure enough, there were ducks. I nodded. Of course there were ducks. The estate literally had everything.At this rate, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if a fucking unicorn waltzed out of the forest.“They’re nice,” I replied.We’d been touring the estate for over two hours. We’d seen the entire house, the beach house, the guest house, and the playhouse (which was a massive fort for kids). We’d seen the stables, the trails through the forest, the gardens and the greenhouse, the hedge maze, the tennis and basketball courts, and rose gardens. We were now at the private pond, which was more like an actual lake, complete with a little sandy beach, a couple of row boats, and a dock to fish off of.I don’t think Cassandra had stopped talking once. Her face seemed to light up anew every time she stepped into a room, or onto a

Jordyn’s POV I pulled the fish out of the oven and tried not to gag at the smell. Ugh. I fucking hated fish. I mean come on, who ate things that had gills and scales? I’d always been revolted by the thought of eating fish. They just seemed so…dirty. But Laura loved fish. It was her favorite food, so, like the good boyfriend I was, I’d made her fish for dinner. I figured I’d just chug some wine and muscle through a few bites. Things were going so well with Laura, I could hardly believe it. I’d been pretty pissed when I found out what she’d done with the contract, but after her explanation, I had to admit – it made sense. She had way more business acumen than Stella and Cass combined, and she was offering to help them. Even if it HAD been a strange way to go about it. My mind turned to thoughts of Laura as I squeezed lemon onto the fish. Her glossy, black hair. Her thick eyelashes. The curve of her breasts. He

Jordyn’s POVPardon?Had I heard that right?Now she was threatening me? With ‘other options?’Seriously? She was insinuating that if I didn’t let her stay and have sex with her, she’d just go find someone else to screw?I stared at her in utter disbelief.Who WAS this woman? “Right,” I said. “I’m sure you do. And if you’d like to exercise those ‘other options’, feel free. But I can’t be in a relationship with someone who’s exercising ‘other options.’” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Shit. Things were escalating very fast. “Well I can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t want ME as an option,” she shot back. There it was again, the manipulation. She was twisting my words. Just because I was tired and had to work didn’t mean I didn’t want her. My mind was spinning. “What are you saying, Laura?” I asked. “Are you actually telling me that if I don’t have sex with you, right now, you’ll go