All Chapters of Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

Jordyn’s POV The best laid plans. That’s how the saying goes, isn’t it? The best laid plans often get all fucked up. There was a hurricane over the Atlantic that afternoon. A freaking hurricane. I couldn’t even remember the last time there was a hurricane in this region. They were so rare.But of course, on the one day we really needed to leave, mother nature foiled our plans.All planes were grounded. We couldn’t go anywhere, not until the hurricane passed over. We sat, dejected in the airport as rain pummeled the building. “I can’t fucking believe this,” Dillon said, pacing. “A hurricane? Really? Isn’t there another way to get there?” “Well, technically, yes,” I said. “We could fly the other way, across the Pacific and then over Asia and get to France from the other direction. But to do that, we’d have to get to a different airport first, on the other side of the US since no planes are flying from here.”

Dillon’s POV Jesus Christ. Oh my god. What the hell? She grabbed the gun from my hand before I even knew what was happening. She just…she just took it. The gun shot rang out through the night. A woman screamed. Sebastian fell. Holy shit. Cassandra just shot Sebastian. “That’s my fucking song,” she said, the gun still in her hand. I looked from Cassandra to Sebastian. The two women he’d come out of the house were standing over him. He was bent over. “She shot me,” I heard him say. “She shot me in the fucking leg. You stupid whore!” he hollered. I gently placed my hand over Cassandra’s and lowered the gun. “Come on,” I said. “We gotta go.” Sebastian was screaming obscenities. One of the women was dashing back towards the house. The sound of the gun had drawn out some maids, and they hovered on the front steps. I

Cassandra’s POV “How do I look?” I asked. Stella and I were in a tiny back room, which was set up like a change room with lighted mirrors. “You look perfect,” she said. I was wearing a short little dress that I’d bought as soon as we landed in Las Vegas. It was a Marilyn Monroe style, and we’d picked up the veil right here, at the chapel gift store. When Dillon announced that we weren’t actually going home, I’d been surprised. But then he’d gotten down on one knee and my surprise had turned to shock. “Cassandra,” he said. “No fancy hot air balloons this time. No lavish parties. Hell, I don’t even have your ring with me. I’m stripping that all away because it didn’t seem to work the first time anyway. So here I am, just me, on a plane somewhere over the continental USA, asking you, from the bottom of my heart, if you’ll marry me. Partly because I need to protect your crazy in court, and partly because I don’t want to wai

Cassandra’s POV I was right, Sebastian never came after me. I knew he wouldn’t. But Dillon shrugged. “Well, at least I won’t have to testify against you the next time you get gun crazy and shoot someone.” I laughed, but we both knew there would be no next time. I cancelled all my orders with Blaire, and we never heard from any of them again. I actually sort of hoped that Sebastian was with his step-sister, as strange as that sounds. They deserved each other. Dillon asked if I wanted to move back to Paris to run Petals in Bloom. But I didn’t want to. I kept my staff on there and hired Lisa to oversee the store. She jumped at the chance to move to Paris and take on the position. I even let her stay in my villa. It was a shame to let a view like that go to waste.I did everything else from the city in the US. I didn’t need to be in Paris to run the store. I could make the designs here and have them shipped over for display

Cassandra’s POV “Dillon, can you check on Jordyn. Please. I know he’s probably fine, but he tends to wander and I don’t want him wandering too far before dinner.” “Your wish is my command,” Dillon said, hopping up from his seat on the patio. He darted off to check on Jordyn, who was happily playing in the fort Dillon had just built him. I went inside to check on the cake. I couldn’t believe it. Our little Jordyn was five years old today. Where had the time gone? It felt like just yesterday I was giving birth to him. And now here he was, about to start kindergarten in the fall. “Tulia, wait for Momma.” It was Stella and before she entered the kitchen, little Tulia came bursting in. “Aunty Cassie, look what I made at preschool,” Tulia said, holding out her arm. She was wearing a bracelet made of beads. “Is Jordie here?” she asked. “Of course, love. He’s out back in the new fort with Uncle Dillon. Go