Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 6

Orlando’s voice held an endearing softness as he attempted to comfort Rebecca. “You’re not ugly, Rebecca. You’re just getting better. Stay strong, okay?”

“Really? So, you won’t start disliking me?” Rebecca’s hopeful tone infused a fresh wave of sweetness into her

voice.

Without a second’s hesitation, Orlando reassured, “Of course not. Let’s get you better first, and then we can talk about marriage.”

“Really? You’re not just saying it to make me feel better, right?” Rebecca’s voice echoed a mix of excitement and anticipation.

“No, I mean it. Now, let’s get some food into you,” Orlando directed his attention to the nearby food tray.

“Landy, I love you,” Rebecca confessed, her whispery words held a melodic charm.

Unseen by them, Cassandra stood outside their door. She caught their entire conversation. A bitter smile adomed her lips as her eyes welled up with unseen sorrow. She didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but she felt it better she gave them their space, rather than intrude on their tender moment.

As soon as their conversation concluded, she knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Orlando’s voice, cold as ever, invited her in.

As Cassandra pushed the door open, she was met with a sight she half–expected. Orlando was standing by Rebecca’s bed, sporting the same attire he wore when he left Dustmeadow Mansion. That was proof enough; he had spent the night with Rebecca in the hospital.

eyes devoid of any warmth as they met hers,

fra clenched her fists, halting

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Cassandra lowered

color, her shoulder–length hair lying limp on her shoulders. Perhaps due to her long stint in the hospital, she seemed delicate to a degree where the first instinct would

eggs for breakfast, considering she was on a soft

in discomfort. An unwelcome wave of nausea hit her. She felt her stomach churn uncomfortably as if something was threatening to surge upward. The next thing she knew, she was clutching her mouth,

palpable silence enveloped the

are you doing?” Orlando cast an icy

barely a whisper. “Cassandra, do

state?”

of the disinfectant that doesn’t sit well with me.” She walked over, the bundle of clothes in hand, making a slight effort not to breathe in the disconcerting mix of egg and disinfectant. “These are the clothes your requested.

accept the items, and the surprise brightened her face.