Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife novel Chapter 57

“No, Lily. It’s Lia. Not Cassandra,” the stunning woman corrected me. A tear fell from her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away with a handkerchief she fished out of her handbag. “I’m your best friend. Don’t you remember me?” she asked shakily. Her doll–like eyes were wide as she surveyed me from head to toe, as though she couldn’t believe she was seeing

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Closing the distance between us, the woman touched my shoulders, then felt my cheeks before her hand went to cover her wide–open mouth. “You’re not a ghost!” she gasped. “You’re real!” she added. Her hands went to her head as though she were having a headache at that moment.

Not knowing how to react, I kept my mouth closed while watching her with fascination.

This might be a prank, I thought to myself, but I still wondered how she managed to

change into something elegant, put makeup on her face, curl her straight auburn hair, and

slip into Fleur De Lis Hotel in such a short amount of time.

Another thing that puzzled me was that instead of calling me Heart, she was now calling me Lily. Could it be because the dress I wore had lilies on it? But there were also roses in the dress–so why Lily? It’s a beautiful name, though, and it rings a bell for me. Lily is a common name, so it’s no wonder why it did.

Could it be that Cassandra forced herself to work because she was worried about me? She

was feeling under the weather but still forced herself to work to make sure I was fine. At that thought, worry swelled inside me.

“This isn’t funny,” I told her, crossing my arms underneath my breasts. “You have a fever. I told you not to worry about me. You should have stayed home.”

“No, I’m not Cassandra. I’m Lia,” the woman insisted. “We worked at La Paraiso Hotel as servers. You died in the fire-” She stopped, then corrected herself, “We thought you died

in a fire, and I attended your burial last week.”

I stared at her incredulously. She’s slightly unhinged, I thought to myself with a sigh. Could

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it be that Cassandra’s fever went to her head and she’s hallucinating? This is the reason why I didn’t want her to come, but what could I do? She’s here already.

“Listen to me, Lily! We’ve been fooled.”

“Please don’t make it difficult for me, Cassandra. I’m begging you, please go home and rest before your fever gets worse,” I told her.

She ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation. Just moments ago, she was crying, but now she looked at me as though she wanted to throttle me. The fever had done something to her!

“Sophia and Philip must know this!” she mumbled under her breath. I just realized that she

was referring to the owners of the hotel.

However, before I could ask her what the couple had to do with me, her phone rang. She immediately answered the call, and I witnessed how her expression escalated from formal to shock as she talked on the phone.

“W–what hospital?” she gasped, terror filling her eyes. “I’ll be there.”

She dropped her phone inside her handbag and turned to me. “I’m sorry. I have to go. There’s an emergency.” She ran to the door in her heels but remembered something and stopped. “I have no time to inform Philip and Sophia that I found you; just find them. They

have the answers you’re looking for.”

Before I could say a word, she ran down the hallway, leaving me all by myself.

Was it really Cassandra? Or was she someone who looked like her? The questions reverberated in my head as I walked down the arched hallways.

I had been walking for five minutes straight, but I couldn’t find my way back to the Grand Hall where the party was now underway.

This is a strange day, I thought to myself upon noticing how I was receiving weird glances from the uniformed hotel staff I came across in the hallway.

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Shrugging my shoulders, I ignored everything and paid more attention to fading my way

back.

I had been tirelessly walking, but the hotel was so large it would take me days to find my way out if I didn’t ask anyone for the right direction.

“Excuse me, could you please tell me the direction to the Grand Hall?” I asked the housekeeper who was pushing a trolley across the hallway.

Slowly, she turned to me with a smile on her lips. When her eyes landed on mine, her smile disappeared, and her eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t reply and just stared at me as

though she saw a ghost.

“Look, Mommy! The woman escaped from the painting in the lobby!” a little girl acond the age of eight shrieked as she passed by me.

The mother smiled, fascinated by her daughter’s remark. “Honey, it’s just a painting. Ste couldn’t possibly get out of it. You’re watching too much-“The mother’s startled face anded on mine. “Goodness! She did escape!” she blurted out loud.

Mommy? Should we turn her over to the lost and found or report her to the lobby?”

didn’t hear the woman’s reply as they walked away.