Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 441 - 챕터 450

Cassandra’s POV I regretted it immediately. The moment I woke up beside Jordyn, naked in bed, I panicked. What had I done? Holy shit. I’d…I’d slept with Jordyn? Memories from the previous night washed over me. A flicker of what I’d once felt for him came back to me as I watched him sip his tea. I remembered what his lips felt like on mine, what his hands felt like on my body. And I was so distraught, I was in so much pain, I just wanted it to go away, even if just for a little while. Jordyn could take away my pain. That was all I cared about in that moment – feeling something other than what I was feeling. We almost kissed, but then he gently removed my arms from around his shoulders.He took a step back and then, out of nowhere, he’d professed his love for me. That had caught me really off guard. I’d had no idea that Jordyn was still holding onto feelings for me. I’d honestly thought that all o

Cassandra’s POV “Just put the trays, over there, on the counter. Make them look nice please. This party is really important to me,” I told the caterer. She nodded and set about putting out the trays. I glanced around the kitchen, making a mental check of things as I did. Then I wandered into the living room. The banners and balloons were all in place, and I was pretty proud of how it all looked. The piece de resistance was, of course, the banner I’d had speciality made from a custom signage store. Every time I looked at it, my breath hitched in my throat. “Congratulations Stella,” it read in big block letters. “You kicked cancer’s ass.” It had been a miracle. That’s how we all felt. Stella had her double mastectomy and then went straight into aggressive chemo. Her odds weren’t great, that’s what we’d all been told. But doctors only look at figures and facts. They base their od

Cassandra’s POV “Holy shit,” Stella said. “Holy shit,” I repeated. True to her word, Stella had shown up this morning with not one, but eight pregnancy tests. “Just in case,” she’d winked at me. I’d taken the first one and watched in shock as the two pink lines appeared. “Give me another one,” I’d said. I’d taken that one and it had shown the same two lines. “One more,” I’d demanded, holding out my hand. Except that I couldn’t pee, so we had to wait. That test had been the same. So had the next three. We’d basically spent all morning and afternoon taking pregnancy tests because I wasn’t willing to believe the results. But now we were standing in the kitchen, with seven positive pregnancy tests all lined up in a row. There was no way to deny this. I was pregnant. “How do you feel?” Stella asked, as we stared at the tests.

Cassandra’s POV I called Stella from my car as soon as I left the doctor’s office. I told her what the doctor had said about the paternity test and asked her what I should do. “You’ll have to ask Jordyn for a DNA sample,” she said. “Since we don’t know where Dillon is. If the baby isn’t Jordyn’s, then you’ll know it’s Dillon’s. Unless, of course, you slept with someone else I don’t know about.” She was teasing me, and I chuckled despite myself. “Nope, just the two of them,” I said dryly. She was right. I actually didn’t even need a DNA sample from Dillon. It was a simple process of elimination. If the baby wasn’t Jordyn’s, it had to be Dillon’s. If it turned out the baby was Jordyn’s, then there was no need to contact Dillon. A thought hit me then. I hadn’t even thought about what Dillon would think when he heard I was having Jordyn’s baby, if it was Jordyn’s. I’d been holding onto hope that Dillon would come back, even

Cassandra’s POV “It’s just your hormones. You’re talking crazy talk.” Cameron glanced at me over his shoulder where he was helping himself to my fridge. “Oh, cupcakes. Yum. Do you mind?” He asked, pulling out a box of cupcakes from the specialty bakery I frequented. In Dillon’s absence,I’d acquired quite a taste for sweets. He didn’t even wait for me to reply before he took one out and sunk his teeth into it. “You love Dillon. The baby is Dillon’s. You WANT the baby to be Dillon’s, he told me, his mouth full. “That’s what I thought at first,” I said. We were all huddled around the kitchen island. Cameron and Stella had rushed right over when I asked them to come by so we could talk. They knew I needed them. Of course, the first thing Cameron had done was to pull me into a huge embrace. Then he dropped to his knees and started talking to my stomach. “Hello in there,” he said, smiling. “I’m your Uncle Cam. And I’m going to be the best damn u