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.

gaze was still focused on her. Seeing her

that about?”

shook her head, unable to discern her own 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 pathetic enough as is. I can’t trap him using this unborn child. That would strip away any dignity I have left.”

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emotions and tried to sound composed. “It’s just some

further, but observed

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

she hastily

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

about me?”

hardly a good time for you to arrive. I don’t know how to handle

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 contraceptive pills.

to the architectural firm that she co–founded

flagged for suspected plagiarism. She needed to stay

could result in

face when she arrived. Concern lining his voice, he asked, “Cassie,

quickly redirected the conversation. “What about Hawley Real Estate? Any update?” Hawley

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