Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 23

“What should I know?” Orlando asked in confusion.

Cassandra compressed her lips and cut to the chase. “Where were you tonight? Didn’t you say you’d return carly so we could see Grandpa Peter at the hospital together?”

“Something urgent cropped up. I informed Mom,” he said.

“But did you inform me?” she questioned. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Orlando frowned harder, having a stronger feeling that Cassandra had changed.

Every word that came out of her was an aggressive demand.

Having seen her gentle side, he was not used to this at all. “If you’re being this way. because I didn’t inform you, I apologize for overlooking it. It won’t happen again, all right?”

Cassandra said nothing.

Looking solemn, Orlando said deeply, “How about you just tell me everything that upsets you now?”

“This isn’t about me being upset but how long you plan to deceive me,” she said.

“Deceive you?” he parroted.

Cassandra was beyond frustrated, thinking, ‘Does he still want to deny it at this juncture?‘

She said, “Frankly, you don’t have to hide it from me since we’re divorcing. I hope your can be honest with me. Even if you want to accompany Rebecca in selecting wedding dresses for your future wedding, you can let me know. That way, I won’t call and bother you guys like a fool.”

Cassandra and Orlando were married, yet they didn’t even have a picture together.

She could find no sign of them being a married couple other than the wedding certificate and their moments of intimacy in bed.

At the thought of this, her heart ached badly for the year she had stayed by him and for the upcoming end of their marriage.

She didn’t regret falling in love with him, but she regretted why she did.

Hastily, Cassandra lowered her head, not wanting Orlando to see the tears in her eyes. She didn’t want to be the weaker party.

Yet, Orlando’s eyes widened with shock. “Selecting wedding dresses? What on earth are you talking about?”

“You’re sull not gonna admit it?” she asked.

“Why should I admit something I didn’t do? Cassandra, why have you become so unreasonable? You weren’t like this before. Why are you so paranoid now?” Orlando loosened his tie and put his hands on his waist, his handsome face as cold as ice.

Chilliness and indifference radiated from him from head to toe.

He stared fixedly at her as his emotions became increasingly uncontrollable. “Are you making this up because you want a divorce as soon as possible?”

Cassandra looked up and stated while glaring, “Rebecca told me herself that you two were selecting wedding dresses. Orlando, if you’re worried I’ll expose you in front of Grandpa Peter and your parents, then rest assured. I’m not that despicable to stoop that low.”

As for how she was previously, that was because she had loved him too much. Now, however, his insistence on divorcing had let her realize how insignificant she was to

him.

She was merely behaving this way as a form of self–protection lest she got hurt so deeply that she lost all respect.

Finally, Orlando understood. “Could you have misheard? I purely accompanied her to buy some clothes to wear after she was discharged. I lent her my phone because she needed to call her former manager.”

“So you’re saying I’ve accused Rebecca unjustly and deliberately slandered you two?” Cassandra questioned.

“I didn’t say that,” he answered.

“But that’s what you think, no? I don’t get it. Why is your phone always so coincidentally with Rebecca whenever I call you? If you don’t wanna answer, I won’t call again,” she said.

She practically used up all her strength to say that. Her hands were tightly clenched under the quilt, for she feared she couldn’t help crying.

Orlando’s deep gaze turned sharp and distant. He stared at her coldly and said in a harsh voice, “Cassandra Jackson, are you purposely trying to pick a fight with me?”