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

The Billionaire’s Ex-Wife (Her Ex-Husband’s Regret) Chapter 3

‘Mommy! Cassie pushed me!” 

Mommy! I want Cassie’s toy! Take it from her!” 

Daddy! Cassie won’t let me borrow her dress!‘ 

Mommy! Cassie stole my boyfriend!” 

Unpleasant memories flood my brain. My stepsister’s relentless whining while we were growing up still echoes in my ears, even after all these years. 

My father married Megan’s mother when I was eight years old. I tried my best to make Megan feel at home with us, to form a sisterly bond with her, but she never really liked me. She constantly watched me, the things that I had, and the stuff that my father bought for me. I could feel that envy that simmered within her whenever I got a new toy, no matter how small or inexpensive it was. 

As we grew older, the rivalry only got more complex. We were no longer fighting over toys or material possessions. I felt that we were competing for the same affection and attention. She made sure to steal every guy that I ever dated, making me feel like I was Insignificant and undatable. She even made my father dislike me. 

And now… 

“Were you… talking to Kayden just now?” I ask in a shaky voice. 

“Oh, you heard that, huh?” she asks, smirking. “Well, I guess there’s no point keeping it a secret now. Yes, I was just talking to Kayden.” She holds out her left hand in front of me, showing me a gold ring with a huge rock in the center. “Do you agree that this ring is perfect for the future Mrs. Kayden Steele?” 

As I stare at the sparkling ring on Megan’s finger, my heart sinks. I know she expects me to salivate over how huge the rock is, or how expensive the ring must have been. But the only thought that runs through my mind is, “She gets a ring?” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Because Kayden just signed our marriage license. He didn’t bother to get me an engagement ring, not even a wedding ring. 

“Oh, you poor thing, Megan puts on a pout that is supposed to be apologetic, but clearly, she is just rubbing her affair with my husband in my face. “Your marriage with Kayden was never going to work out. I knew it.” 

“How… how long have you known my husband?” 

“Too long. I have always thought we’d end up together. But then you stole him from me like the scheming, sneaky gold digger you are! But he would never love you. The two of us share a bond since we were kids. No amount of scheming or seduction from you could take him away from me.” 

My blood boils as I hear Megan’s tirade. How could she flaunt her affair with my husband and have the audacity to accuse me of stealing Kayden from her? 

“That’s not true!” I cry. “We were building a family! We were doing okay until you came back to the picture. If you didn’t, I know he would stay with our little family.” 

“Family?” she hisses. “What family are you talking about?” 

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I don’t reply. Instead, I raise a brow at her triumphantly. Her eyes widen in shock, and her glance goes to my tummy. 

“You’re…” She shakes her head in disbelief. “No way that baby is Kayden’s.” 

This time, I feel a little victorious. It’s good to see Megan fall from the high table for a change. 

“Believe it or not, Megan,” I continue to taunt her. “When Kayden decided to marry me, I did believe he was willing to try. He wouldn’t do that if he completely hates me, would he?” 

“So, you 

you managed to seduce him to go to bed with you? He must have been wasted to even sleep with you.” 

It’s my turn to smirk at her. “What are you scared of Megan? The fact that Kayden isn’t completely immune to my charms? Or that this baby might change everything between us?” 

Megan takes a step closer, her eyes looking livid. “How will a bastard change anything?” 

What the fuck did she just call my baby? 

My blood boils as Megan’s words hang in the air. 

The audacity, the cruelty! 

I ball my hands into fists as I try my damnedest to stay calm and composed 

“This baby is not a bastard! This baby could just well be the heir of Steele Corp. Remember, we’re still married. And Kayden has yet to find out about this baby. He just might rethink his decision about divorcing me.” 

Anger flares in Megan’s eyes when she hears my words. I can tell that she realizes just how vulnerable her position is. 

“You’re just like your mother! A shameless, scheming slut!” 

She raises her hand and swings, but I anticipated that move, as she has always done this to me in the past. I catch her arm before her palm can land on my cheek. 

“I’m not going to tolerate you calling my baby a bastard, and my mother a slut, Megan! You are way out of line!” 

I push her arm away, giving her a small shove. Megan stumbles backward, but her eyes remain filled with anger. She groans in frustration and swings her arm to to knock off the gas lamp on the table. Then she grabs the nearest vase and throws it at me. 

“Bitch!” she screams. 

Acting on instinct, I dodge the vase but lose my balance. I fall to the floor. 

Just then, I feel a gush of blood flow from between my thighs. I look down and realize that I’m sitting in my own pool of blood, while my vile stepsister looms over me, smiling triumphantly. 

“No, no! My baby! I cry out in agony and pain. 

Suddenly, everything feels hot. That’s when I realize that the fire has quickly escalated. My mother’s house is going down in flames. 

“Oh, God, please no!” 

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I know that Megan will never help me. It will be better for her if I were to lose this baby. I know I must call for help, or I will lose everything–including my and my baby’s life. 

I reach for my cellphone and press the first key on my speed dial. Kayden’s phone rings several times but he never picks up. 

‘Kayden… please!” 

‘Pick up the phone. Our baby… our baby needs you!‘ 

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But all I hear is the ringing tone from the other line. 

Oh, God! I know I haven’t been lucky in this life. But please… spare the life of my baby! 

This baby is all I have now. Please save it! That’s all I ask. That’s all I need! 

Kayden, if you can’t be there for me, at least be there for our child. 

But even after another try, there’s nothing. Once again, Kayden has chosen to ignore me. 

Coming back to my senses, I dial 911 instead. 

“Help! Bleeding… pregnant… The smell of smoke threatens to choke me. “Fire!” 

I fall to the floor, almost passing out. When I open my eyes again, I see a devilishly handsome face staring back at me. 

“Kayden…” I would recognize that face everywhere. 

Amidst the raging inferno, Kayden miraculously appears and finds me lying on the floor, bleeding. 

“Jesus Christ, Megan!” he curses. “What happened here?” 

Kayden approaches me, and for the first time in years, I see a glimmer of worry in his eyes. 

“Cassie…” He kneels in front of me. But then, we hear a shrill scream and then a thud. We both turn around and discover that Megani has collapsed onto the floor. 

Kayden’s driver appears and he turns to him. Take Cassie out of here!‘ Then he walks toward Megan and gathers her in his arms, while his driver lifts me from the floor. 

The taste of defeat lingers on my tongue as I watch Kayden carry Megan out of the blazing house. 

I doubt that she’s seriously injured. I bet she fainted to get Kayden’s attention! 

Megan seems unscathed, and I can’t help but think that she just pretended to faint when she saw Kayden coming to my rescue. 

Even in spite of my pitiful state, Kayden chose to abandon me. 

It seems… the three years we spent together really meant nothing to him! 

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Whatever concern I thought I saw in his eyes is all gone now. And in the end, it’s all the same. Kayden has chosen Megan over