Semua Bab Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Bab 321 - Bab 330

Cassandra’s POV I was surprised when Dillon told me that Jordyn wanted to come over to talk. What did he want to talk about? And why hadn’t he called me? Not that I was jealous. I was happy that Jordyn and Dillon had become friends. It certainly made my friendship with Jordyn a lot easier. But still… Maybe it was something man related? Like some sort of ‘bro’ talk. I supposed that made sense, since Jordyn didn’t really have any friends before. Something to do with Laura maybe? Or I don’t know, other boyish things? Like sports? Or prostate exams? Jordyn rang the front bell and I went to let him in. He stepped into the lobby and was shocked to see rows of cardboard boxes. “I forgot to tell you,” I told him, shoving a box aside so we could make our way through. “Dillon and I have decided to move into the estate.” He looked surprised for a moment, then he broke out in a wide grin.

Cassandra’s POV Dillon chuckled at that.“Do I trust her,” he repeated. “That’s a complicated question. I hadn’t really thought about it. I guess it doesn’t matter if I trust her or not. I mean, she’s my friend, sort of. But would I confide in her? Probably not. But that’s just me.” Dillon shrugged.“Are you still angry with her?” Jordyn asked.I was also curious to hear his answer. I mean, how could he not be? I was so surprised by what I was hearing. “It’s different now. I mean, I know she must have had her reasons. I just wish she hadn’t lied to me about the miscarriage. I’m sure she had her reasons for that, though, too. Laura is a very complicated person. She’s too smart for her own good. I guess, deep down, I feel sorry for her. She’s always sort of ‘the odd one out’, you know? She has trouble making friends. And even more trouble keeping them. Her intelligence ostracizes her. I can see that now. But if you’re asking me if I think you should keep dating her, then I can’t answe

Dillon’s POV “What is this?” Cassandra asked, staring at the sexy Porsche in the driveway. “It’s a rental,” I told her. “Come on.” “Where are we going?” she asked, taking my hand. “Nope,” I shook my head. “I already told you. It’s a surprise.” We got into the car and headed out, away from the city, towards the coastline. The early morning air was crisp but not cold. The sun had only just begun peeking out over the horizon. “Can we stop and get a coffee?” she asked. “We cannot,” I replied with a mischievous smile. “But don’t worry. I’ll get you caffeinated soon.” It was about a half hour drive to the destination. My stomach was in knots, even though I was excited. Cassandra looked out at the coastline as we sped fast, a contented smile on her face. But when we pulled up to the location, her eyes grew wide. It was a big meadow, spread out over a cliff that overlooked

Cassandra’s POV “So let me get this straight,” I said to Dillon as we ripped down the coastline. “Jordyn is throwing us a party? Tonight? So we can announce our engagement?” Dillon flashed me a shit-eating grin. “Yup,” he said. I was still reeling from the hot air balloon ride and the engagement. We’d nibbled on pastries and had a glass of champagne and orange juice to celebrate. We’d cheered each other in the sunrise. Then we’d landed. “Come on,” Dillon said, grabbing my hand. He broke into a run as he led me back to the car. “We have somewhere to be.” We were both giddy with excitement as we climbed into the car. We were on our way to another surprise, as I slowly began to realize that the hot air balloon ride was the first of many surprises Dillon had planned that day. He’d booked us in a decadent spa for a couple’s massage. Then we were going to a restaurant for lunch, where he’d already arranged for

Cassandra’s POV I had no words. I was…stunned. Jordyn’s house and backyard had been completely transformed into a real-life carnival. Dillon and I walked through the front door, both speechless, as we took it all in. “What do you think?” Jordyn asked, his face beaming with pride. “Do you like it?” “It’s…wow. Just wow,” Dillon said. He squeezed my hand in a why that said ‘what the actual hell?’ I echoed his sentiments. What the actual hell was right. “Jordyn, is that an actual carousel?” I asked, glancing out into the backyard just as a clown bumped into us. “Yup,” Jordyn smiled. “You can ride it. Come on!” Jordyn led us through the doors and out into the back yard. Then, out of nowhere, he produced a whistle. He blew it, the sharp sound drawing everyone’s attention. “The guests of honor have arrived,” Jordyn said, holding up both our arms as if we