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.

still focused on her. Seeing her perturbed expression, he

was that about?”

divorce soon. Will he reconsider because of the baby? No, that’s not

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her emotions and tried to sound composed. “It’s

didn’t question her further, but

her. “I need to go to work. Let me know when you’re ready for the

his response, she hastily left

the past made her heart ache so much that she could barely

about me?”

her hand on her belly, muttering, “Little one, this is hardly a good time for you to

fateful night was a whirlwind of confusion. Orlando had come to her, drunk, 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

architectural firm that she co–founded with her

had been flagged for suspected plagiarism. She needed

result in dire consequences.

was quick to notice Cassandra’s ashen face when she arrived. Concern lining his voice, he asked,

shook her head and said, “I’m okay.” She quickly redirected the conversation. “What about Hawley Real Estate? Any update?” Hawley

deliver, they’ll slap us