Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 7

With a trace of a cold smile, Cassandra’s tone carried a clear undertone of indifference. “Does what I feel matter? If Ms. Spencer truly cared, she wouldn’t have called at such a late hour. Yet, she did, and now there’s no need for guilt or regret. We’ve signed the divorce papers already, we’re essentially divorced.”

Orlando simply watched her. Her words woke a swirl of emotions in him. It was exactly as he’d expected, but her response stirred an undesired feeling within him. Subtle but persistent, it tugged at him, etching a frown on his face. Once again, he reiterated his point. “Cassandra, if you’re upset, direct it at me. I was the one who asked you to bring the clothes. Rebecca is vulnerable. She can’t handle additional stress.”

Cassandra absorbed his words, thoughtfully pausing. ‘So, he’s worried about Rebecca’s feelings, but mine… those can be sacrificed. A bitter realization washed over her.

Sensing the mounting tension, Rebecca tried to intervene. Holding Orlando’s hand, her voice quivering with guilt. “Landy, don’t be so hard on Cassandra. It’s my fault, really. I shouldn’t have bothered her.” Looking earnestly at Cassandra, she continued, “I am truly sorry for causing you all this trouble.””

Cassandra’s expression didn’t budge, her gaze remaining cool and indifferent. Catching the chill that hung in Cassandra’s silence, a flush touched Rebecca’s cheeks.

Cassandra, with a newfound clarity about Orlando’s feelings, broke the silence in the room. “Let’s set up a date to finish up the procedures.”

In response, Orlando’s voice came out cold and short. “Monday morning”

Today was Friday, which meant Monday was just a couple of days away.

“All right, then. I’ll leave you two to it,” Cassandra said lightly, turning to make her exit.

Orlando didn’t respond, his face carrying a sour expression. ‘Did I say something wrong?‘ Cassandra wondered, a streak of bitter laughter flashing across her face as she left the room.

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lando, Rebecca tried to ease the tension. “Landy, follow her. Talk things out with her, Anger e anything.”

Orlando’s reply was indifferent. “There’s nothing left to discuss.” His words conveyed indifference, but his body language told a different story–a face marred by tension, his brows furrowed in clear annoyance.

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“Why has she become so stubborn?‘ He found himself puzzling over her change.

Cassandra walked away from the ward, her eyes welling up with silent tears. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She had prepared herself ever since Orlando had proposed the divorce. But the sight of him with Rebecca was a reality check, piercing her heart with a pain she was struggling to cope with.

With a heavy heart, Cassandra returned to Dustmeadow Mansion, a wedding gift from Orlando’s grandfather, Peter Quinn. Her move to the mansion marked the beginning of her marriage, and a year had passed since. A year lined with vivid memories was drawing to a close.

Before wrapping up the official divorce paperwork, Cassandra had to find a new place to live, considering her family’s not so welcoming attitude.

Thoughts of revealing her divorce to her family led her to the Jackson residence, a place she frequently avoided visiting post–marriage due to her mother Evelyn’s evident distaste for her.

Just as she reached the door, an earnest conversation caught her attention. “Mom, with Rebecca awake and Orlando perpetually by her side, can we just sit back and watch? What if Rebecca remembers…”

“Suzanne, let’s not drum up that topic again. Concentrate on your internship at the Jackson Group and your upcoming design competition,” Evelyn’s voice, gentle and affectionate, came as a mild reprimand.

Surprised by the mention of Rebecca, Cassandra chose to ignore the half–heard conversation. Resolutely, she walked into the living room.

“Mom, I’m back,” she announced in a soft tone.

Upon hearing her, Evelyn, who was seated on the living room couch, looked up. She had an air of restrained elegance around her, and her features bore a similarity to Cassandra’s.

Taken aback by the unexpected arrival of Cassandra, both Evelyn and Suzanne, Cassandra’s elder sister, greeted her with surprise. Suzanne managed a slight smile, addressing her with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, “Cassandra, what a surprise! Were you listening to us just now?”

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