The Billionaire's Ex-Wife (Her Ex-Husband's Regret)

The Billionaire’s Ex-Wife (Her Ex-Husband’s Regret) Chapter 51

Kayden.

I look at Cassie. Her eyes are widened in shock, and she looks aghast. Small sweat beads seem to be form on her forehead. She leans heavily on the edge of the elevator and she looks like she’s about to barf.

“Cassie! Cassie!” I take a step towards her, reaching out for her hand. “Cassie, are you okay?” My voice is filled with concern, my heart racing as I watch her struggle to catch her breath. She grips my hand tightly, her fingers tr

against mine.

“… I’m fine,” she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible. But I know she’s not. The color has leaving her pale and fragile. Panic starts to rise within me as I try to think of what could be wrong.

om her face.

Suddenly, Cassie sways, and I quickly wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close to steady hureaths come in short gasps now, and I can feel the rapid thumping of her heart against my chest.

The light flickers once again, and Ca*sic tightens her grip on my arm. Slowly, I sit on the ground, taking her with me. I make her sit on my lap and lean her head against my shoulder.

“Cassie… Cassie…

But she doesn’t answer. I have no choice but to continue holding her in my arms, caress her hear words in her ear. She doesn’t pull away from me, and I savor the moment. I want to keep holdin may never get another chance. I never held her like this when we were married. In fact, I don’t anyone like this. It feels good to feel needed, like someone’s life depended on you. Someone w adeep sense of purpose, though I don’t know what’s wrong with her.

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God! I hope she’s not sick. She may belong to someone else, and I could only love her silently from a distance, but I would rather do that than live in a world where she does not exist.

The thought of losing her makes me wrap my arms tightly around her.

Finally, she calms down and she isn’t trembling anymore.

“I’m sorry..” she whispers. Slowly, she pulls away from me. I reluctantly let her go. She sits on t

“Please tell me what’s wrong with you,” I ask softly.

She sighs. “It’s nothing. It’s just a severe case of claustrophobia.”

“Claustrophobia?” I have been married to her before, but I was never aware of that. I’m ashamed to be reminded that I didn’t pay much attention to her. “Since when?”

“Since forever,” she replies. “Sometimes I’m okay with a room, but when I realize how small it is, I get… terrified. I have trained myself how to ride elevators and not feel dizzy, but when the light flickers or when a small or closed room becomes dark, I fall apart.”

Actually, her reaction now reminds me of her similar reaction a long time ago. It was that time when I couldn’t even control my lust for her, and I used her body for pleasure right in the small copy room of our eighth-floor office. Once I turned on the lights, she must have seen how small and crowded the copy room was, she started having panic attacks. And back then, I thought she hated me so much, she wanted to vomit right after we had sex.

“Oh, what a complete a*shole I was!”

I walked out on her then because I got annoyed at her expression. Meanwhile, she needed me to get her out of that room or

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to hold her and assure her that everything was going to be just fine.

Now, I feel so ashamed of myself.

I slowly turn to check up on her.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Better. Because I refrain from looking around the room. And the fact that you’re holding me or talking to me makes me forget that we’re trapped here.”

I reach out for her hand and give it a squeeze. “Then I won’t let you go, love. I’m just right here to pr

4 She doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Then she asks, “Do you have to go to the ocular inspect

“Of course.”

“You can ask someone to go on your behalf. I know you’re busy. You don’t have to do it yourself.”

“No way! I have to personally check this.”

“Right. I get it,” she mutters. “You really don’t trust me.”

“No, that’s not what…”

“I don’t blame you. I mean… in the years you’ve known me, I was just a lowly graphic designer. V managing projects, especially those that involve billions of investments? Perhaps…”

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“Hey, Cassie, that’s not what I mean,” I cut her off before she continues thinking of me this way: “Contimet) – have no doubt that you can do this.”

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“Huh!” she snorts. “If your intention is not to shoot me down, well, you’re not doing a very goo

I sigh. I know that I have been a little harsh to her. That was me being insanely jealous of Sulliv

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“I was protecting you, believe it or not. You have no idea of the dangers that lurk around us. You suspect the people you met in that boardroom. They may seem hice to you, but in the end, the promised to sell their shares to me if no one from the King family would step up to take over your position.”

“How is antagonizing me protecting me?”

“That was… that was a… projection. But really, I’m on your side. I want to check all the boxes before we procced, so we avoid. complications in the future.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I came prepared.”

“Yes, that was really impressive. I know you’d answer my questions well, but I didn’t expect that you would do it too well. Your answers were quite spot-on. And I’m sure the Board is impressed too.”

“Thank you… if that’s a compliment.”

“By the way…”

“she pauses for a long time, making me look at her curiously. “I think congratulations are in order.”

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“For what?”

She looks up at me, raising a brow. “You’re engaged. And Megan is pregnant with your child.”

I open my mouth but no words come out.

What can I say to that? What if she thought I was in love with Megan?

“Ummm… well, it’s not what you think.”

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“Megan is… I have to..” I stammer, not quite knowing how to explain to her that Megan and I are not ing. I only agreed to marry her because she threatened to destroy my reputation.

“Are you saying that it’s a marriage of convenience?”

I shrug. “Well, yes!”

She snorts. “Does anyone in your family ever marry without a hidden agenda? Do you marry for love hi all

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You married me because you didn’t want damage to your reputation, too. I mean when will your reputation?” she laughs humorlessly.

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“I guess, it’s impossible for me to get married for love now,” I say under my breath. “Because the woman I’m married,” I look at her meaningfully.

She stares back at me blankly. I wait for her to realize that I was talking about her. That she was married to, the woman I’d give up everything for, but it was too ate now, because she never gav got married to Sullivan anyway.

However, even after a few seconds, the expression on her face remains blank, like she really has about.

“Okay, whatever,” she says, waving her hand in front of me dismissively.

I quickly catch her hand in mine. I raise it to my eye level so I can look at her finger.

No ring?

Why isn’t she wearing a ring?

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If I remember correctly, when Sullivan proposed to her, he presented her with a ring with a diamond large enough to blind anyone who would dare to look at it. Usually, women wear their engagement rings along with their wedding rings. Why isn’t Cassie wearing a ring at all?

She pulls her hand away.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asks in an irritated tone.

“Where’s your wedding ring or your engagement ring?” I ask her

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She drew her brows together, like she thinks I’ve lost my mind. But before she can say anything, the elevator doors suddenly slide open.

“Cassie!” Sullivan steps inside and pulls Cassie towards him.