Semua Bab Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Bab 391 - Bab 400

Dillon’s POV I wasn’t great. I botched a couple of chords and forgot a few words at the start. But halfway in, I sort of found my stride. Laura had been right, it was like riding a bike. My fingers worked on muscle memory, transitioning quickly between chords. I was rusty, but I didn’t totally suck. Laura sat beside me, singing along with me. We’d chosen a cover of a popular song, hoping the audience would get behind it. They did. I glanced up once or twice and saw approving looks and nods. Holy shit. I was doing it. I was actually performing. I caught Laura’s eye several times during the song. She was smiling from ear to ear, her hair falling over her shoulder. She had a lovely voice. Not amazing, but clear and on key. By the time the song was winding down, I was really glad that she’d forced me to do this. I felt like something inside of me clicked when I was up there. Like

Cassandra’s POV “Are you ready to sing for me, my siren?” His words stopped me dead in my tracks. His back was turned to me and he was looking up at the moon. What the hell was Sebastian doing in MY bedroom? And on MY balcony nonetheless. My mind reeled, trying to make sense of what was happening. The room was dead quiet, except for crickets chirping in the back ground. I was frozen to my spot. My heart raced. He’d come into my room, uninvited? He turned around then, slowly and fixed his eyes on mine. “I much prefer that nightie to that garrish dress you were wearing,” he said. His eyes roamed my body, and landed on my chest. My nightie was silk and thin. I felt exposed. “What are you doing here?” I whispered. “You can’t be here.” “Don’t act surprised,” he said. “There’s no point in being coy.” He took a step forward, into the bedroom. I took a step back from him. “

Cassandra’s POV I sat next to Jordyn in the limo. We were on our way back to Paris. Jordyn and I had stayed up most of the night talking. I’d cried a lot. I didn’t understand why I’d done what I did. Jordyn was calm and comforting, just as I’d known he would be. We talked through it all and he reminded me that I hadn’t technically cheated on Dillon. It didn’t feel that way though. I felt guilty as hell. Jordyn assured me that everything would be fine. He wouldn’t say a word to Dillon. “It was just a one off,” he told me. “These things happen. Put it behind you, Cass. Move forward. Dillon loves you and you have so many amazing things happening in your life. Don’t let one small mistake ruin everything.” I read between his lines. He didn’t think I should tell Dillon. And I guess I sort of agreed. I mean, what would I say. That this totally handsome son of a Dutchess had swept me off my feet and I’d almost kissed him? That wouldn’t g

Cassandra’s POV The plane wouldn’t fly fast enough. I wished that I had a teleport wand. I wished I were a genie and I could just make a wish and be back home with Stella. Jordyn had got us on the red eye home. He’d had to bargain with some other people to do it, and offer them four times the amount their flight was worth, but he’d done. He was a rock, Jordyn. A pillar of strength. I wasn’t thinking clearly, so I was grateful to have him by my side. The only thing I could think about was Stella. Why hadn’t she told me? Why hadn’t she told anyone? I texted Dillon at the airport to let him know we were on our way home. “You heard about Stella then,” he replied. I answered him with a simple: “Yes.” “I’ll see you soon,” he texted back.That was it. Those were the only words we exchanged. Dillon had left several messages on Jordyn’s phone, telling him to call back as soon as he could, it was urgent.I

Cassandra’s POV The results were in. Stella had Stage 4 breast cancer. It was the worst possible news we could have hoped for. It was aggressive, and she needed a double mastectomy. She also had to start chemo right away. I felt the world fall out from under me. I just kept telling myself that it wasn’t happening, that it couldn’t be. I tried to stay strong for Stella, but as soon as I was away from her, I became an absolute wreck. Cancer has a way of putting things into perspective. Nothing mattered anymore. Not my stupid trip to the palace. Not our expansion. Not whatever was going on between Dillon and Laura. The only thing that mattered was Stella. Laura hooked us up with a fabulous private oncologist. I insisted on paying for every penny. This was Stella’s life on the line and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to help her. Of course, the wedding came up one night when we were sitting outside