Semua Bab Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Bab 361 - Bab 370

Cassandra’s POV “What the fuck?” Stella said, standing. “That’s Hannah. She’s our new intern. Where the hell did you find that?” “Instagram. When you mentioned the fabric, I thought I remembered seeing something on your social media. So I went back through the posts.” “Wait, what? This is on OUR social media account?” Stella and I both looked again. Sure enough, it was posted under the Hot House Flower Instagram account. We’d been encouraging our interns to post a lot, to reach a wider demographic. We didn’t check all the posts, since we trusted our interns. Clearly though we should have. “When did she post this?” I asked, aghast. “A while ago, from the looks of it. Maybe a few weeks, give or take. I think you were still in your old office,” Cameron replied. I had a few small sample pieces of the fabric. I’d showed the interns and they’d gushed. I must have left the sample pieces in the sewing ro

Jordyn’s POV “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked, sidling up to Cassandra. “I don’t need your pennies. I’m a billionaire, remember?” she asked. It was a joke but her tone was dry and flat. “I came to check on you,” I said. “Everyone’s having pizza.” Cassandra nodded. She was turned to the side. I studied her profile. Her face was expressionless. “Having pizza and talking about what a fool I am?” “No,” I replied. “They’re just thinking it.” That made her chuckle. “Jordyn 2.0 is honest,” she said, finally turned towards me. “He is,” I replied. “Which is why we need to talk. I believe you, Cassandra. I believe everything you said.” She furrowed her brows. “But I was wrong,” she shrugged. “Laura had nothing to do with the leaked photos.” “Yes, you were wrong about that. But you were right about everything else.” “How can you be sure?” she asked. “I

Cassandra’s POV September went by at a snail’s pace. The days seemed long, longer than usual. I figured it was just because I was so busy with work and the expansion. But deep down, I knew it was something else. Dillon wasn’t settling into the house. Not in the way I’d hoped he would. Every so often, he’d get this strange look on his face, like he’d just seen or heard something. Then he’d shake his head and return to whatever it was he’d been doing. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but he didn’t seem happy. Sure, he was smiling and laughing and we were having fun together exploring the estate and all it had to offer. But there were times when it felt disingenuine. That, and there was the fact that he’d gone to visit Laura several times. He claimed he was just checking in on her, but I started to wonder if he was checking up on her or if he was checking up on his house. It was a big change for Dillon. He’d been l

Cassandra’s POV Later that night, I filled Dillon in over a glass of wine out on the veranda. Apparently, Jordyn had already been planning a trip to Paris to check in on some of his European vacation homes left to him in Stanley’s will. When he heard the word Paris come up in our conversation, he’d stopped and listened. He reminded me that I had a villa in Paris, also left to me by Stanley. I’d completely forgotten about it. Then he told me it would be a great opportunity for us to get started on some of the charities we’d planned. Stanley always had a soft spot for Paris, so Jordyn wanted to start a charity there, along with some national ones here of course. I’d told Jordyn that I had to talk it over with Dillon. If Dillon wanted to come, then Jordyn could still go too, but I’d want some extra alone time with Dillon in Paris to take in some of the more romantic aspects of the city. “So?” I asked, sipping from my glass. “What do you think?

Cassandra’s POV “I don’t get it,” I said, my head tilted to the side. We were in the Louvre staring at the Mona Lisa. The iconic painting was a lot smaller than I thought it would be. It looked far less imposing than I’d imagined. “Don’t get what?” Jordyn asked. “I guess I don’t get why this painting is so famous,” I said. “I mean, the woman’s kinda ugly. Don’t you think?” “It has something to do with her smile,” Jordyn said, leaning in close and dropping his voice to a whisper. “No one knows what she’s smiling at. It’s like she has a secret.” I stared at the painting again, but I just didn’t see it. Needless to say, of all the famous paintings we’d seen that day, the Mona Lisa was NOT one of my favorites. We left the ugly lady painting and strolled off to look at some more art. But I glanced at my watch as we passed some paintings by an artist I’d never heard of. To my surprise, our realtor had c