Scandal 8 – In which the prince denies
James found Cassandra on her room, sitting on her bed with her hands massaging her temples. He entered her room and looked at her, she didn’t even hear him coming, she looked in pain.
“Are you okay?” he walked towards her.
Cassandra looked up and her brow furrowed. “What are you doing here?” she grabbed the orange bottle pill, opened the drawer of her night table and put it back there.
He raised his eyebrow at her. “Are you sure it’s okay to drink that?” he asked, some pain medicines aren’t good with pregnant ladies.
Cassandra nodded. “It’s the only thing that keeps the migraine away.”
“You’re having your migraines again? Have you gone to the doctor? We can go tomorrow if you want.” He suggested.
Cassandra rose and smiled sardonically. “Enough with the niceties, we’re alone.” She walked towards the door. She reached for the knob but then turned towards him again. “Don’t act like you care James. It doesn't suit you.” she said and left.
Oh she was wrong. He did care. He cared. He just didn’t know how to show her that he actually cared, after seven years of being cold and indifferent with each other, he didn’t know how to get close to his wife now.
Being drunk always worked before. Whenever they’re drunk, nothing else mattered they were just two drunk people who cared for nothing. He supposed that now Cassandra’s pregnant they couldn’t just get drunk.
That was bad for the baby.
He looked at the night table, it won’t be wrong if he just check if the medicines she was drinking was safe for the baby. It wasn’t snooping after all he was just making sure. He walked to the night table, held the handle of the drawer and was about to open the drawer when he decided not to.
He should trust Cassandra.
So he left her room and went back to the ballroom where he found his wife chatting with his business partners’ wives.
***
Anya looked around the ballroom, everyone was staring and whispering they were expecting her or Anton to talk to each other. Of course, Mila, the countess had prevented that from happening.
So here she was with Angelo being her guard.
She took a sip from her glass of champagne and then noticed where Angelo was staring. She smiled dubiously. “It’s really a wonder why everyone thinks you’re in love with Emma.” she commented. “When it’s clear as night as to whom you really love.”
Angelo looked at her startled. “I love Emma.”
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The Shackled Wife
General Fiction"Love was my undoing as his was me. Hers was the what ifs as his was her. But fate was what doomed us all." All Cassandra Carmichael ever wanted was to be free from the shackles of marriage. All James Carmichael ever wanted was to never let his wif...
