All Chapters of My Sister's Husband: Surrogate For The CEO I Once Loved: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cassandra’s shivering fingers clenched slightly realizing she had misspoken. She pulled away gently, forcing a smile as she hurried to lie, “When my only friend is too busy to come out.” But it wasn't a complete lie. Seraphina hadn't answered her phone that night, so she spent the night alone. She pulled away from Dante. He didn't hold her back. Instead he watched in silence at her retreating figure. Cassandra could still feel Dante's eyes boring into the back of her head as she walked away. It was only when she disappeared into the hallway and then into her room on the first floor that she finally pressed her back on the door and let out the breath she didn't know she was holding.She stood there for a while and then collapsed onto her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The night had been long. She had tried not to cry over the slap. But somehow her eyes were red. Cassandra sat up, sniffled, and mumbled to herself, “Enough of feeling sorry for yourself, Cassie.” That helped

“Oh my God, Cassandra. What are we going to do now…” Cassandra ended the call before Seraphina could finish. She dropped her head, quickly wiping away her tears while Dante just stood there in the awkward silence. Her hand trembled around her phone, slightly not sure how much he had heard. She narrowly escaped ranting off last night, only to repeat the same thing again. “I knocked.” Dante started to explain himself, “When I heard a voice, I thought it was you telling me to come in.” Unfortunately, she hadn't locked the door last night. Cassandra bit her tongue until she drew blood, her heart racing faster. One question kept repeating in her mind, ‘What would he think of me now?’ He already thought of her as a bully, if he knew her feelings wouldn't that just make him hate her more?Her fists tightened around the blanket. And while she was still contemplating how to explain whatever he heard, Dante walked closer, dropping the tray on the bed and sitting beside it. Cassandra's

The weekend rolled by in a blur and things around Dante’s estate went smoothly…except for one thing. Clara’s absence. Dante had gone to the Hart’s home to get Clara, but he never even got to see her. This genuinely pissed him off and he even ended up ranting about it to Cassandra. “I’m sure she has her reason.” Cassandra had said to him by the time he was done. Dante didn't like that, but he knew he deserved it. Early on Monday morning, Cassandra was preparing to go to work when she overheard some arguments from the living room. As she walked into the living room, she saw Clara and knew what this was about. “For God’s sake, Clara, you stayed away all weekend without even returning my calls like I was the one who did wrong.” Dante complained. Clara no longer yelled back, but her face was contorted with rage. “You lied to me and humiliated me in front of my family, but I still took your side. I should be the one furious and ignoring you, not the other way round!” Clara presse

In between preparation for the Horizon project construction and Cassandra getting adjusted to her new life as a surrogate, weeks flew by, dragging into months. Cassandra’s relationship with Dante remained very cordial and his constant worrying for her didn't vanish. Clara also became more involved, trying to keep a low profile to prevent Dante from being angry or suspicious of her. The Horizon project was also moving rapidly and after several weeks of preparation, all the contracted companies in the project held a meeting in Caldwell Construction's conference room, alongside government spokesmen. “The revised schedule gives us enough time to complete the electrical work before the interior installation begins,” the electrical contractor said, tapping the schedule spread across the table.“Provided there are no further delays from the structural team,” another contractor added.Derrick, who was the structural engineer, nodded. “We've already adjusted our timeline. The remaining wor

Clara let out a dry chuckle, quickly pulling away from Dante and pulling up her dress. “W—what do you mean?” She stuttered, scrambling her head for ideas. “Is it your eyes, or lights?” Dante moved closer attempting to hold her and inspect it again, but Clara pulled back, a quick idea slipping into her head. “Wait…Dante, were you staring at my sister's body?” She asked, brows raised in false disbelief. Dante’s face quickly flushed, eyes wide, “What? No!” “It was literally right there…” “Oh my God, you're disgusting, Dante.” Clara interrupted sharply, more confident in her accusations now. Dante was bewildered, “Honey, please. Anyone in that room could literally see it.” “Let's assume that’s the case, why would you bring it up over two hours later? Is it that you couldn't stop thinking about her?” Clara's question hit a nerve. For a moment, he really hadn't been able to stop thinking about her— but not in the way Clara was insinuating. “Honey, that's your sister. Why would I e