Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 2

Orlando’s eyes narrowed at her words, his gaze icy.

For a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, he uttered, “Cassandra, that’s not even remotely amusing.” Her hypothetical question regarding his feelings towards her was nothing more than a joke to him.

Cassandra’s expression stiffened. “I apologize.”

There was an odd sensation in Orlando’s chest as he saw Cassandra, still meek, tender, and ever reasonable.

Cassandra’s phone suddenly rang. Startled, she swiftly picked it up. Her eyes widened at the caller ID. The fleeting hint of panic didn’t escape Orlando.

Seeing her hesitation, he prodded, “Aren’t you going to answer that?”

After a reluctant nod, she pressed the answer button. “Hello?”

“Cassandra, your results are ready. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about.” The caller paused before continuing, “But, it appears you’re a bit more than two months pregnant, and the baby is developing fine. Have you… decided to keep it?”

The caller’s words echoed in her mind. Cassandra froze. Her face lost color as her mind reeled, ‘I’m pregnant!”

Instead of responding, she involuntarily glanced at Orlando, scared he might have overheard the conversation.

Observing her reaction, Orlando asked worriedly, “What happened?”

Upon hearing Orlando’s voice in the background, the caller quickly asked if she was with him. “Okay, I understand. Goodbye,” was Cassandra’s hasty response before she hung up the call.

on her. Seeing her perturbed expression, he asked,

was that

feelings. She mused, ‘Why bother telling him? We’re getting a divorce soon. Will he reconsider because of the baby? No, that’s not right. It’s

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to sound composed. “It’s just some work stuff. I can

didn’t question her further, but observed

Cassandra acted like a thought struck her. “I need

response, she hastily left Dustmeadow Mansion.

that she could barely breathe. She painfully thought, “If he didn’t intend to see this marriage through,

about me?”

a good time for you to arrive.

repeatedly whispering the name “Becca.” She tried to resist him, but it was impossible against a drunken man. The following hours were filled with guilt and self–reproach. In

the architectural firm that she co–founded with her friend,

for suspected plagiarism. She needed to stay on top

misstep could result

ashen face when she arrived. Concern lining his voice, he asked, “Cassie, what’s

redirected the conversation. “What about Hawley Real Estate? Any update?” Hawley Real Estate was their partner on the design

explanation. If we don’t deliver, they’ll slap us with a