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.

any idea how hard it was for

Chasel fought back 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

“But I was more

Chasel, the carefree second son of the prestigious Bright family, had first come to him – free–spirited, heedless

was it Cassius‘ own

face, Cassius‘ heart ached as if cleaved by an axe.

of my family’s estate, that

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

“Dr. Bright.”

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

there are any gods, then let them punish me! Let them

jabbing a finger at his chest, “It’s killing me here. I don’t care about the Bright family, about divine punishment. What are those compared to you! If

succumbing to gravity. But instead of pain, he was enveloped in a warm

he had been searching

fabric of his shirt, the heat from Cassius‘ palm seared through to

hand touched Chasel’s sweat–drenched forehead, alarmed at

“It’s okay.”