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

that about?”

mused, ‘Why bother telling him? We’re getting a divorce soon. Will he reconsider because of the baby? No,

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composed. “It’s

question her further, but observed her

struck her. “I need to go to work. Let me know when you’re

for his response, she hastily left Dustmeadow Mansion.

her heart ache so much that she could barely breathe. She painfully thought, “If he didn’t intend to see this marriage through, why was he so kind to me? He gets

about me?”

muttering, “Little one, this is hardly a

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 her haze, she’d forgotten all about taking any

made her way to the architectural firm that

design drawing had been flagged for suspected plagiarism.

misstep could result

arrived. Concern lining his voice,

and said, “I’m okay.” She quickly redirected the conversation. “What about Hawley Real Estate? Any update?” Hawley Real Estate was their partner on the design project that had sparked the plagiarism concerns.

don’t deliver, they’ll slap us