All Chapters of Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Cassandra’s POV “What do you mean, an accident?” I asked. This wasn’t happening. Laura was in the hospital? Now? Right in the middle of our carnival? “I don’t know,” Dillon said. “I’m listed as her next of kin so they called me. They didn’t really say what happened. We have to go, Cass.” I shook my head. “No,” I said. “She can call someone else. What about her sister? Lisa? She’s here. I’ll go get her.” “That’s a good idea. Lisa can come too,” Dillon replied, standing up. His face was only half-finished. “Dillon stop,” I said, also standing. “This is our engagement party. Well, sort of. It’s our…I don’t really know what this is. But we JUST got engaged. And now you’re going to run off to the hospital? For Laura?” I felt an anger rising in me. Was Dillon serious? He was really going to leave his own engagement party for his ex-wife? Jordyn and Stella came over. They must have

Cassandra’s POV “I’ll go get the cast ready,” the doctor said. Then he left the room. “You can hire help,” Lisa said. “Lord knows you can afford it.” “Yeah. Of course,” Laura smiled. “I’ll hire some help. It’s no big deal.” “Uh uh. No way. I won’t hear of it. The doctor is right. You have some really great friends here, myself included. We’ll all pitch in and take care of you.” Laura looked at me then and covered her mouth with her hand. “Dillon, your face. You’re a half cheetah. Oh my god,” she said. “I just realized. Tonight was your engagement party, wasn’t it? I heard about it through a mutual friend. Oh no. I’ve ruined it. Now I feel even worse.” “It’s okay,” Dillon said. “It’s not like you did this on purpose.” “I’m so sorry. Honestly,” Laura said. “Can I get you something to eat or drink? While we wait for the cast?” Dillon asked. The words fell out my mouth before I coul

Cassandra’s POV I had a vague memory of Jordyn helping me get changed. My cheeks burned with shame. This was humiliating. Humiliating and wrong. I’d just gotten engaged to Dillon, and I’d spent the night at my ex’s? He’d helped me get changed for bed? I’d slept in his shirt?“What happened last night?” I asked him. He chuckled. “You don’t remember?” he asked, motioning for me to follow him into the kitchen. “I guess I’m not surprised. You and Stella hit the shots pretty hard. She’s a riot, Stella. She really knows how to have a good time.” The mention of ‘shots’ made my stomach turn. Jordyn poured me a cup of coffee and passed it to me. I shook my head. “Can I have some water?” I asked. My mouth was pasty. “Of course,” he said, turning back around to fetch me some water. “Here, sit down. I don’t imagine you’re feeling so good.” I wasn’t, so I slid

Jordyn’s POV I stared at Cassandra. Even with cotton candy in her hair and her face scrubbed raw, she was still beautiful. She sat, sipping her water. I could tell she was sick to her stomach, but she hid it well. I hadn’t expected her to be up so early. I’d checked on her about an hour ago. She was curled up on my spare bed, in my oversized t-shirt, her hands folded under her cheek. I’d pulled the blanket up around her and sat on the bed beside her, listening to the sound of her breathing. Then I’d gently swept the hair from her cheek and patted her leg before I went back to my own room. I hadn’t slept at all though. “We could have been so good, you and I. Why couldn’t you just let us be good?” Those are the words she’d said as she spun me around on the lawn. The dewy grass had been cold on my feet, remnants of the party everywhere. Everyone else had left, except for Stella and Cameron, who had both passed out an hour

Dillon’s POV I was planning on taking Laura home. Her cast was on and the nurses had lifted her in a wheelchair. Lisa had left about an hour before, promising that she’d check up on Laura first thing the next morning. They’d given Laura some pretty heavy duty painkillers and she was groggy because of it. With the help of her crutches, I managed to get her into the car. I put her in the back seat, sitting sideways, her ankle to hip cast barely fitting across the seat. She dozed off as we drove to her house. But when I pulled up to her driveway, and started to help her out of the back seat, she grabbed my hand. “Don’t leave me,” she said, her pupils dilated from the drugs. How could I leave her, all alone and helpless? She couldn’t even get herself to the bathroom. Sure, she was going to hire some help, but what would she do until then? I sighed, her hand cold on my wrist. I wasn’t even sure how I’d