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

The Billionaire’s Ex-Wife (Her Ex-Husband’s Regret) Chapter 11

Chapter 11 

Cassie. 

It’s just another gala, Cassie. You look great. You got this. 

The South Carolina Business Council is holding a charity gala to benefit the underprivileged children in the community. 

As my grandfather’s successor, it’s only expected that I will receive a prime invitation to an event filled with the elite members of the city. 

Donning a wine–red off–shoulder gown, I step out of the limousine and make my way towards the entrance of King’s Court Hotel 

“Miss King, have you met your grandmother?” a local news reporter asks as soon as I step into King’s Court lobby. 

Damn it! Atty. Magnus should have warned me that there would be reporters present, and that they would be allowed to do ambush Interviews. 

A week ago, I would have never imagined being stalked by the paparazzi or chased by local reporters. Heck, I didn’t even imagine being back in South Carolina to take the reigns on my estranged family’s billion–dollar hotel empire. Everything still feels unreal! 

I I smile graciously at the reporter, “My grandmother is due to arrive in South Carolina soon. And like you, I am looking forward to our first meeting.” 

“Is it true that some of your relatives are planning to contest your grandfather’s will, Miss King?” another reporter asks, thrusting his recorder closer to my face. 

I did expect that some of my relatives would not be so happy with my grandfather’s decision, but how the reporters got wind of this, I 

am not so sure. 

Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I meet the reporter’s gaze with a steely determination. “I’m sure they are entitled to question my grandfather’s will, but I am confident that the legality of my inheritance is incontestable.” 

“You and Ethan Sullivan have been seeing each other for years. Any wedding plans soon?” a bolder reporter asks. 

I smile knowingly at the reporter and give a practiced answer, “Ethan is one of my dearest friends. But, I’m here to support a charitable cause tonight. Perhaps you can ask me that some other time.” With that, I turn on my heel and walk into the grand ballroom, the clicking of cameras following me as I make my entrance. 

Inside, the grand chandeliers cast a glittering light over the elegantly dressed crowd, and the sound of soft music fills the air. 

I spot a familiar figure across the room, and instantly my heart seems to stop beating. His steel blue eyes seem to be loaded with emotions I cannot quite decipher. 

I wonder what did I ever do to Kayden Steele that made him look so furious at me? 

Well, of course! I practically stole King’s Court Chairmanship from him. Knowing him, expanding Steele Corp is all he cares about. 

I feel a slight twist in my chest, but I immediately shake off that feeling. 

Kayden Steele is part of my painful past that I would rather forget. I shall feel no remorse for depriving him of his ambitions. 

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I make my way towards my seat beside the Mayor and Cecilia, his wife. 

“Cassandra,” Cecilia says. “It’s so lovely to see you again, dear.” 

“Pleasure is all mine, Madam.” 

“Where is Mr. Sullivan? the Mayor asks. 

“Unfortunately, he has to fly back to Manhattan. I came alone.” 

“Of course. Mr. Sullivan is indeed a busy man.” 

“But shouldn’t his lady love be more important?” Cecilia frowns. “Isn’t that right, my dear?” 

I give her a shy smile. “Well, that is right. I will tell Ethan to treat his future lady love the right way.” 

Cecilia stares at me in surprise. “Well, aren’t you… oh, I’m sorry, my dear. I just assumed that you and Ethan Sullivan are playing lovely music together. I apologize for my assumption.” 

“Don’t worry about it, Madam.” 

Again, I put on my practiced smile in front of them 

Why does everybody seem to be interested in Ethan and myself? 

Suddenly, my phone rings and I see Lyn’s name on the screen. 

*Excuse me, I have to take this.” I make my way towards the balcony, where it is quieter. 

“Is everything okay?” I ask nervously. 

“Relax, Cassie.” Lyn’s voice is reassuring. “We are about to board the plane. We’ll see you in a little while.” 

“Good. I can’t wait to see you. Please take care of Kai for me.” 

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“Thanks, Lyn.” 

My pulse settles as hang up the phone. I will stay in South Carolina for more than a week, so I asked Lyn to bring Kai over. I do not want to be away from my son, and Atty Magnus tells me that we can soon start checking for Kaj’s match within my family. Besides, I’ll be meeting my grandmother soon. I know she would want to meet Kai, too, 

As I spin around to return to the ballroom, I hit a solid wall, or it seems like it. I stare up and find Kayden staring coldly down at me. 

“Kai?” he echoes, and instantly, I feel like fainting. 

As my son’s name slips out of Kayden’s lips, I cannot help but feel a knot forming in my stomach. Kayden has no idea that Kai is his own flesh and blood, his son. I feel a rush of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I feel guilty for never telling him that our passionate nights together bore a son. But on the other hand, I feel worried, that if he found out, he would not recognize him, and he would break Kai’s heart the way he broke mine. 

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“Is that his name? Your son?” 

Fuck! He knows I have a son? 

Will he put two and two together? 

When I say nothing, he continues, “Is Sullivan the father? Or did you have intimate relations with another man the moment we 

divorced?” 

“I’m not going to answer that!” I snap at him. 

He takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. 

my name as he buries his face into the curve of my neck. 

“Cassie” He breathes my 

“Kayden, are you drunk?” I ask. 

But instead of answering, he only pulls me closer, and then I feel his warm breath on my skin, sending familiar shivers down my 

spine. 

I let out a soft moan as I feel his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck. 

“Kayden 

“You smell so good, love.” I am slightly taken aback by the name he called me. It’s the same term he used whenever he made love to me all those years ago. 

Suddenly, memories come rushing back. The way he held me, the way he kissed me, the way his touch set every nerve in my body on 

fire… 

I push against his chest, trying to put a distance between us. 

“You were the one who asked for a divorce!” I say, tasting bitterness in my mouth. “What do you want from me now, Kayden?” 

He stares at me for a long moment. It’s the first time I am seeing that look on his face–a mix of confusion, yearning, and maybe. 

even regret. 

“I don’t know…” he admits boyishly. But when he looks at me again, I see a man insane with longing and passion. He takes another step towards me. “Let’s find out together.” 

And without warning, he wraps his arms around me again, and his lips descend into mine to give me ravishing kisses. The scent of his masculine cologne fills my senses, mixing the memories of our passionate nights. His kiss is demanding, carrying a hunger that threatens to wake up feelings long forgotten, and a fire long extinguished. 

“Kayden… this is wrong!” I say once he releases my lips to nuzzle my neck. 

“It’s not if it feels so right!” he argues. His hands roam over my body with a possessiveness that makes me weak in the knees. 

Sensations mingling with memories of the past flood my mind and my body. And along with it comes the heartbreaking pain I went through when he left me for my stepsister. 

With all the strength I can muster, I give him a push, managing to break away from his embrace. 

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“Stop it, Kayden!” I say in a firm voice. “You… you have no right to touch me like that again after everything you did to me!” 

“Love… he takes a step towards me, but I firmly hold a hand up. 

“Come closer and I swear, I will make you regret it!” I say with a threat. 

He raises a brow, staring at my hand. When he looks at me again, his eyes are full of glittering mischief. 

“Is that a challenge, princess?” he asks as he takes a step towards me. 

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