His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Tonight, silver moonlight spilled across the earth, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees outside, casting quivering. shadows.

Under the watchful gaze of the crucifix, Cassius stood in solemn prayer, his eyes lowered, fingers clasping the symbol of his faith. Ever since his beloved had passed away, he had sought solace in daily devotion, seeking redemption for sins he felt chained to the depths of his soul.

Countless nights had been for him, and now, standing before the altar once more, Cassius found his heart obscured by a fog of confusion and helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, Cassius turned to leave, but at that moment, the great doors of the church burst open with a resounding crash! A chilling gust swept through, scattering the sorrow from his furrowed brow. In the next second, the ethereal figure appeared through the mist: those piercing, luminous eyes cut through the dim solitude, reaching deep into Cassius‘ soul..

“Cassius.”

Chasel, his slender frame shivering in the cold draft, stood alone in the doorway, his elongated eyes brimming with tears. “You went looking for me. Why didn’t you wait just a little longer? Would waiting have killed you?”

A profound jolt struck Cassius‘ heart. He felt as if encased in ice, the turbulent emotions in his bloodshot eyes flaring violently.

Do you have any idea how hard

tears until he could no longer hold them in upon seeing his beloved, his face streaming with tears, “I lost my phone. I didn’t dare look for you at the K Group’s building, didn’t dare go to Silverlake Harbor to find you. I couldn’t

on the last word, “But I was

uttered the word “afraid“? Cassius remembered when Chasel, the carefree second son of the prestigious Bright family, had first come to him – free–spirited, heedless of convention, never afraid of

between their families? Or was it Cassius‘

heart ached

last time I watched you from the window of my family’s estate, that distant glimpse of your silhouette, would be the last.”

exhaust all his tears in one lifetime, “But how could that be. I want to be with

“Dr. Bright.”

as stiff as if he were speaking for the first time, “This is a church; don’t speak of

gods, then let them punish me!

punishment. What are those compared to you! If there’s retribution, then let it come! If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you; if we go to hell, I’ll join you! Come on!”

eyes, his body succumbing to gravity. But instead of pain,

had been searching for.

his shirt, the heat from Cassius‘ palm seared

sweat–drenched forehead, alarmed at the burning heat.

“It’s okay.”