Todos los capítulos de Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Capítulo 511 - Capítulo 520

Cassandra’s POV Stella burst into my office, her eyes shining. She’d recently changed her hair color to a sort of dark red auburn, and honestly, I was still getting used to the change. Don’t get me wrong, she looked amazing. But ever since her chemo, she’d developed a penchant for changing her hair color, and it was hard to keep up with. She stood, the door wide open, donning a new pantsuit from our latest Hot House Flower line, themed after professional woman who wanted something a little ‘extra’ in their business wardrobe. It had been Stella’s brainchild, since she was bored with wearing the same old drab business clothes, as she put it.So, with my help, Stella had designed her very first line – business clothes that featured a touch of pizzazz. As such, the pant suit she was wearing had a little sparkle along the lapels, and the bold blue fabric boasted a white lace underlay. The new line had taken really taken off, and we could barely keep the new suits in

Dillon’s POV I stared in utter disbelief at the email in front of me. When I’d seen the tagline, URGENT – I’d feared the worst. I could see that the email had also been sent to Cass, Cam, and Stella.It couldn’t be good, right? Why would Jordyn send an email marked URGENT to all of us unless something bad had happened.Was it Stanley? My sister? Jordyn himself? With panicky hands, I’d opened the email. Upon opening the email though, a completely different sense of panic washed over me. One of my waiters, a new hire, approached me with a random question about the wine menu. But I waved him off and wandered into my office. It had been a long day, as the opening of B & B drew near. We were having a dry run tomorrow night, and it was going to be a veritable shit show. But I expected nothing less. This was the fifth restaurant I’d opened in the past six years, and I knew enough by now to know that, no matter how much planning

Jordyn’s POVI could hear Dakota getting Stanley up from his room. He was too big for a crib, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to move him into a big boy bed yet. He was growing up so fast, and we both wanted to cling onto every stage for as long as we could.“There’s my sleep man,” Dakota cooed from his bedroom. “Come on, love. Let’s go see Daddy. Then maybe we can get bundled up and go for a walk in the snow.”I glanced at my phone.No response yet.I wasn’t worried though. Short notice, yes.But they would come.Dakota and I had decided on a tropical wedding, to escape the cold chill of February. Dakota and I had been on a trip to Cancun right before Stanley was born, and we’d fallen in love with the Mexican paradise.We just wanted something small and intimate. No muss, no fuss. Just us and our closest friends on a beach, professing our vows to each other.I’d booked us all into a resort for a full week. We all had suites and a dedicated butler, as well as private plunge pools, and

Cassandra’s POV We all stared at one another. For a moment, no one said anything. It was Dillon who broke the silence. “I assumed you responded,” Dillon told me. “I assumed you did. She’s your sister,” I defended myself. “She’s your friend. And so is Jordyn,” Dillon replied. “You didn’t reply to the email, Stella?” Cameron said accusatorily. “No, I was working,” Stella quipped back. “So was I,” Cameron said. “Looking after our kids is work, Stell.” “Okay, everyone just…stop,” I said, holding up my hand. I couldn’t believe that NONE of us had replied. I glanced at my watch. It was almost midnight. The email had actually been sent that morning, our time, very early in the morning. I just hadn’t seen it until later. Which meant that it had been well over twelve hours since they’d sent it. “Dakota must be out of her mind by now,” Dillon said, shaking his head. “She probably think

Cassandra’s POV “She’s really wonderful, Stanley. You would be so proud of Jordyn.” I sighed and rested my hands on my chins. The untouched snow was so beautiful in the morning light. Everything felt so peaceful and serene. Dillon had convinced me that Stanley’s ghost haunted the house. Not in a bad, threatening way, but more in like a ‘I’m just checking in every so often’ sort of way. I could never really tell if Dillon truly believed it or not, but it didn’t matter. Over the years, I’d come to believe it myself. In a playful way, of course, but every so often, when I was alone like this, I found myself talking to Stanley. Whether or not his ghost was actually there didn’t matter. It was comforting nonetheless. “I’m sure you already know all about her, Dakota. She’s Dillon’s sister. Small world, huh?” I chuckled to myself. “In any case, Jordyn finally bit the bullet and asked her to marry him. We’re all going to Cancun for the big day. So