Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 1

In the master bedroom of Dustmeadow Mansion–the prettiest mansion in Broburgh–Orlando Quinn got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom expressionlessly.

Cassandra Jackson was no stranger to his abrupt mood swirigs, despite the intimacy they shared just moments ago. Cassandra got up and slipped into her clothes. The flush on her face belied beneath her cascading hair, enhancing her captivating allure.

After taking a shower, Orlando emerged from the bathroom. He shot Cassandra an impassive glance, demanding. “Sign this.”

Picking a document from a nearby drawer, he tossed it on the bed. On a closer look, Cassandra sucked in a sharp breath as the words “divorce agreement” glared brazenly at her.

She looked up at Orlando in disbelief. “You want a divorce?”

“Rebecca is awake. I want to keep my promise to her.” Orlando lit a cigarette, his handsome face full of indifference.

The color drained from Cassandra’s face, a curtain of gloom clouding her eyes. Gathering her courage, she asked through clenched teeth, “Is divorce the only option? Can’t we work things out?”

“Cassandra, we’re both aware of why we married. I have let Rebecca down once, and I don’t want to repeat it.” Orlando’s blunt words echoed through the room, signaling an unyielding stance.

Noticing the tenderness in his eyes when he mentioned Rebecca’s name, Cassandra was envious. At that moment, she knew he saved his love only for Rebecca Spencer, the girl who nearly sacrificed her life for him. Cassandra was nothing more than a backup plan.

brief pause, she released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, a single word

for a fleeting moment. “You can

remained stoic, but something flickered in

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never cross each other’s path, Cassandra firmly replied.

complexity. His unice was deep rumble.

Why would you think so?“

his blue eyes, he told her. “I’m asking for a condition, not an emotional outburst. No

so?” Cassandra retorted in icy tones. “But that’s my request.

and then, she swiftly turned around, snatched up the divorce document, and signed her name. Her actions were steady. She

and nobody knew that. She held back her tears, reminiscing about the year they’d spent married, where he’d been caring and loving, as if playing the perfect husband. Her love for him made her live in that fantasy, oblivious to the reality that his heart had belonged to someone else right from the start. It was about time she stepped