Chapter 3
At five sharp, Cassian’s car pulled up to the villa.[]
Seraphina grabbed her purse and headed downstairs. She was about to open the car door when she saw a familiar face.[]
Delilah Brooks.
With a massive tote bag full of snacks and drinks in her lap, she gave this Seraphina an innocent smile and waved like nothing was wrong.]
Hi, Mrs. Blake! I get carsick… mind taking the back seat today?“]
Seraphina caught the flash of smugness in her eyes, then noticed something on the dashboard.]
A custom Hello Kitty figurine with words printed on the butterfly bow: “Princess Delilah’s VIP Seat Only! ♡“[]
When Seraphina didn’t move or say anything, Cassian knew she was pissed. He tried to smooth things over. “Delilah’s never been to an auction before. I’m showing her around. She’s delicate, Sera. Just… cut her some slack.”
Cut her slack?
Sure, why not. She didn’t want him anymore anyway. What was one car seat?]
Seraphina let out a bitter laugh and slid into the back.
The whole drive, Delilah munched on cupcakes and fancy pastries, then fed Cassian with the same spoon she’d been using. Like Seraphina wasn’t even there.
They chatted about everything and nothing. Every time Delilah giggled or acted cute, Cassian would grin like an idiot.
Seraphina didn’t even bother looking at them. She stared out the window at the fall scenery instead.[]
When they got there, Delilah immediately started whining about her heels hurting.
Cassian laughed and called her dramatic, but he took her straight to the nearest mall anyway. He personally picked out flats for her, kneeling down to help her try on pair after pair.
Watching him kneel there, checking the softness of the soles like it was some act of devotion.[]
Seraphina couldn’t help but think back.
Just two weeks ago, she’d had a 102–degree fever and he couldn’t even be bothered to get her a glass of water.[]
Guess that’s the difference when you’re someone’s precious little princess.
She used to be the one he treasured like that.
Back when she was playing hard to get, she’d challenged him to bring her Beignets from New Orleans.]
That was 925 miles from Chicago and it was snowing like hell. Anyone with a brain could tell she was brushing him off.
But he jumped in his car without hesitation. Spent 13 hours driving through a blizzard to bring her those cakes, still warm from his jacket.[]
Seraphina had wondered so many times–if the love was real back then, how could he change so fast?]
Now she got it. He hadn’t changed.]
Its she didn’t see him clearly before. Never saw through that player facade to the real him.[]
Nobody can actually tame a player.[]
Seraphina smiled bitterly to herself and walked into the auction house alone.
By the time the first lot went up, Cassian finally strolled in with Delilah.]
The auction doubled as a dinner event, with fancy appetizers and seasonal crab laid out on every table.[]
The second they sat down, Delilah locked eyes on the crab and started tugging at his sleeve {}
“Cassian, I want that nowww,” she pouted.)
Cassian chuckled and smoothed out her dress, then waved off the servers. He picked up the crab crackers himself and carefully extracted every bit of rawat and roe, placing it all on her plate like some five star chef
Delilah looked at him like he’d hung the moon
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Seraphina said nothing and just sat there and watched.]
Delilah casually pointed at an emerald jewelry set on stage. Without hesitation, Cassian raised his paddle.[]
“Lot 17, three hundred million.“]
The whole room gasped. Nobody dared compete with that price. You could hear people choking on their drinks.]
During intermission, a bunch of people swarmed their table with wine glasses, trying to kiss ass and make connections.]
Seeing how Cassian spoiled Delilah, they didn’t hesitate to pile on the compliments.[]
Mrs. Blake, your taste is amazing.”
“You’re glowing tonight, ma’am.“]
“Cassian, your wife is just stunning.“]]
Cassian glanced at Seraphina and casually corrected them.[]
“Wrong lady. That’s my wife–over there.”
Everyone looked mortified and quickly apologized to Seraphina.]
Seraphina stayed quiet, ignoring all the pitying stares.
They weren’t really wrong though.
Soon enough, she wouldn’t be Mrs. Blake anymore.[]
And at the rate Cassian was spoiling Delilah, he’d probably marry her the second the divorce papers were signed.[]
After the break, they started auctioning antiques.
Seraphina didn’t give a shit about old vases. She randomly bid on a few of the most expensive pieces, then got up to leave early.[]
She’d just reached the elevators when a syrupy sweet voice called after her.[]
“Mrs. Blake? Got a minute to chat?”
Seraphina stopped. “We don’t have anything to-
She never finished the sentence and saw Delilah’s hand coming up.
SLAP!
The next second, a vicious smack landed across her face.
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