All Chapters of Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassandra's POV The storm wasn't over...I cried until my throat burned and my eyes stung. My shoulders shook, breath hitching in uneven gasps I couldn’t hide anymore. The last time I cried this hard was when my father told me I should leave the family house.I cried then because it felt like I had lost my family and everything I believed in and now the dream that was holding me together was snatched away. Years of effort. I could always start again, but there were few studios qualified to give recommendations, and most of them already had a long waiting list. Jessie truly shocked me, and her selfish reasons were crazier. My soft sobs echoed in the car until my eyes were puffed and nose red... My mother didn’t touch me, didn’t shush me, didn’t offer those empty comforts she was famous for. She simply sat there, composed as ever, like she’d expected this storm and was prepared to wait it out.By the time the sobs died down, my head felt swollen and hollow, and my chest

Cassandra’s POV My legs stumbled through the halls of the tea shop. My heart felt heavy, like it could break at any moment. Each step felt heavy, like walking through quicksand. My head spun, my chest felt too tight, and Bianca’s last words echoed like a slap I kept reliving on repeat. The entire world was a blur. How could she treat me like this? I clutched my bag strap tighter, struggling to breathe like I was starved of air, all while trying to hold back my tears. This was a public place, and I had gained a bit of popularity because of Alaric. I just kept moving through the store lobby like a ghost slipping past strangers. My eyes were hot, my throat thick. One more word, one more thought, and I would break down in front of everyone. My phone started to ring. I quickly pulled it out of my bag, and before I could answer, a hand clamped around my wrist. I gasped, stumbling as I was yanked sideways, unable to resist. “W…what?” I could barely say. The next second, I was dragged i

Cassandra's POV I never imagined I would meet Rhys like this. It has been years since the last time I saw him in person and we kind of lost contact with each other. It wasn't too surprising he was on the guest list for the wedding, after all, he was Sinclair's childhood best friend. "It was meant to be at the wedding but that never happened." He said, his eyes carried a certain emotion I didn't understand Our eyes locked for a moment before he awkwardly glanced away to stare at the window as the car drove away. The drive was focused on acting, completely oblivious to our conversation. My lips parted, and the sharp ringing sound of my phone interrupted me halfway. I pulled out the phone to see it was an unknown contact but I answered right away. "Good afternoon ma'am. Where are you?" A polite voice asked. I immediately knew it was the driver. He had completely slipped my mind in all the chaos since leaving the photography gallery and s

Alaric’s POV It's been hours since my call with Cassandra, and I haven't even gotten the chance to call Gregory about the whole Priscilla incident. It was kind of hilarious how cute and a bit petty she sounded when ranting about the entire situation, but I could also hear the exhaustion that lay underneath her voice. I was in such a hurry that I had forgotten to inform her about Priscilla. It never crossed my mind that it was going to be an issue since there wasn't a large age gap. Cass and Priscilla's relationship could have been something akin to sister and not the 'stepmother' as she said. I could imagine the way she winced when saying that word like the most dreadful thing ever. By the time I stepped out of the lift and into the hallway of the hotel’s top floor, it was close to midnight. My body felt like it had been scraped raw due to the time difference. The footsteps, along with Nathan's, echoed down the empty hallway. He was giving me a rundown of our enti

Cassandra's POV We both stared at each other for a long moment. My wet clothes clung to my skin, my hair completely drenched and dripping all over. To say I was cold and shivering...while dear little Priscilla was still a frozen ghost. Her mouth hung open while she struggled to find the words to say as her eyes anxiously continued darting around as if an excuse was etched on my face. I smiled at her, the polite knowing kind. "I didn't know your bedroom was moved into Alaric's private study.." My brows furrowed as I stared around oblivious "I am not sure you shouldn't be here or going through his desk. I am certain which wasn't left open." I chimed. Her face scrunched up into a very ugly expression. She was bent over at his desk, her hand was dipped into a locked drawer. "It was left open," she said, backing away from the drawer. Her knee pushed it close and I was certain my eyes caught her hiding something behind her I nodded, giving her a contemplative