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.

penetrating gaze was still focused on her. Seeing her

that about?”

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

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

further, but observed

need to go

waiting for his response, she hastily left Dustmeadow

heart surged like a tide, turning into tears that fell from her eyes. Memories from the past made her heart ache so much that she could barely breathe. She painfully thought, “If he didn’t intend to see this marriage through,

about me?”

placed her hand on her belly, muttering, “Little one, this is hardly a good time

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 her haze, she’d forgotten all about taking

way to the architectural firm that she

design drawing had been flagged for suspected plagiarism. She needed to stay on top of the

could result in dire

when she arrived. Concern lining his

about Hawley Real Estate? Any update?” Hawley

deliver, they’ll slap us with a lawsuit,” Michael