Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 4

Cassandra’s retort left Orlando speechless. His gaze, heavy with frustration, still fixated on her. Seeing the quarrel going nowhere, Cassandra decided to retreat. As she tried to skirt past Orlando, her hand was held in a firm grasp by him.

“Are you trying to dictate terms to me, Cassandra?” Orlando’s voice held an edge of raspy tension.

“I’m only asking for some equality,” Cassandra retorted.

“Has his influence made you this sharp–tongued? Was your earlier meekness and obedience just a front?” Orlando challenged.

Cassandra tried to squirm out of his grip, but his hold on her was too strong. Noticing her struggle, Orlando pulled her abruptly towards him. She tumbled into his arms, his icy indifference engulfing her. As if strung up on invisible strings, she remained rigid, motionless.

“Cassandra, tell me, is this his doing?” Orlando was relentless.

Cassandra bit down hard on her lip. The proximity was suffocating for her. His presence tangled up with hers made her feel disturbingly off–balance. But she knew keeping mum was not the way out. Orlando was the type to push until he got the answers he wanted. So, she replied with feigned indifference, “No, you’re reading too much into it. Michael and I are just friends.”

“Is that so?” Orlando asked.

trust my words, why

taking on a paternalistic quality, “You and Michael–you’re worlds apart. It’s best to

meet now, but after the divorce, it’s none of your business. Whether I’m friends with, or date,

hush her. And that’s precisely what he did. Without

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Chapter 4

in the past year, they had never shared a passionate kiss like this. It was a new

away. Yet, she was oblivious to the fact that her resistance

eyes as her strength dwindled under his assertive advances. The

pocket chose the perfect moment to ring, breaking

their foreheads subtly touching, he held her gaze steady. Regaining his composure, he pulled out the phone just before the call timed out and answered without

“Hello?” Orlando spoke.

scared…” the voice on the other end whimpered.

brick. “I’ve signed the divorce papers. We’re going to split