The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 120

CASSIE 10: Unspoken

CASSIE 10: Unspoken

“How?” I asked, stunned.

“You’re a model, Cassie… your face is everywhere,” Ronan replied.

The way he looked at me carried weight as he saw beyond the surface that everyone photographed.

I couldn’t help myself, remembering our first encounter, “But you’re clearly not a fan of small boobs!”

He blinked, momentarily speechless.

“What does your cup size have to do with my admiration for you? Cassie, you’re a hardworking woman, juggling multiple jobs on top of your modeling career. You give back, support charities, and show kindness to people who don’t even deserve it. Your physical appearance doesn’t define who you are.”

I froze, absorbing his words. He was the first man who had ever spoken to me like this. Most people only saw the beautiful, supposedly spoiled Monroe princess.

“A–are you alright?” he asked gently.

That’s when I realized a tear had slipped down my cheek.

If I were to die tomorrow, at least someone had seen me for who I truly was. And that… that was enough to make me cry.

“That’s nothing…” I mumbled, hastily wiping away the evidence of my emotion. “Just… something in my eye. Probably the light outside.”

“Do you want me to close the blinds?” he offered, concern evident in his expression.

“No, it’s fine.” I straightened up, steadying my voice. “I don’t want to be called a cheater like Asher. Give me a month to break off my engagement with him properly. Unfortunately, it’s not just my relationship with Asher that’s at stake. Like you said, there are our families to consider and the business connections we share.”

I took a deep breath before continuing, “I need to be completely free from him first. And I want him to regret the years he spent treating me like I was disposable… Can you wait a month?”

He nodded.

***

The entire office was stunned when I secured the contract and partnership with the Carters.

Of course, a few bitter voices couldn’t help but insinuate that I must’ve used my body–slept with the president–to seal it.

Asher had apparently noticed my silence. After days of not reaching out, he finally seemed to realize I was no longer revolving around his life. It felt strange–but freeing–to break a habit I’d clung to for years.

When an unfamiliar number called my phone, I ignored it at first–what if it was a scam? But after more than ten persistent calls, I gave in and answered.

“Hello?” I answered cautiously.

“Cassie, my mother’s birthday celebration is approaching. My family has specifically requested our presence,” Asher said. Given my family’s longstanding relationship with the Reids, I decided in my head that I would go to the event–but I didn’t tell Asher. I just let the silence hang uncomfortably between us.

He sighed deeply. “I’ve been thinking about everything lately… I know I messed up. I’ve stayed faithful for an entire month- if that’s what you were worried about.”

Then, almost defensively, he added, “As for Vanessa, I only accepted her as my assistant because she herself proposed the arrangement as repayment.”

Asher didn’t need to collect anything from her, even if he had helped her financially. But I stayed quiet. I didn’t care anymore and didn’t owe him any reaction. I had simply stopped believing anything he said.

“Alright,” I responded plainly.

He went silent, clearly thrown off. Clearly, he had anticipated either an emotional outburst or eager reconciliation.

“Uh… can you remove me from your block list?” he asked, sounding oddly shameless.

“Is that all?” I replied.

“That’s it? That’s your only response to everything I’ve just shared?” His frustration was becoming evident.

“Why? Was there something else I was supposed to say?”

I could hear the irritation rising in his voice. Then came a shuffling noise on his end, followed by him shouting a name.

“Vanessa!” he barked. After a while, he came back on the line. “Cassie, I’ll call you back.” Then he hung up just like that.

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CASSIE 10: Unspoken

Without emotion, I went to my phone settings and unblocked his number. But I made sure to mute him, so any messages he sends won’t grab my attention immediately.

A week later, I flew back to Singapore. I needed to talk to my dad about officially ending the engagement with Asher.

***

Meanwhile, Asher sat in the company clinic, waiting for Vanessa to wake up after she fainted while carrying her tray of coffee cups.

He stared at his phone, confused. The block on Cassie’s number was gone–he could call or message her now. But he felt stuck, unsure how to start a conversation that wouldn’t quickly fall apart.

He scrolled through their past messages, his eyes lingering on the exchange. Most of the messages were from her, and his replies were simple and often cold.

Then came the arguments, which started happening more and more. Her messages turned into accusations as she uncovered his affairs with different models, some from her own agency. The pain she felt turned into anger, and her words became sharp.

He had promised to change, and in his mind, he truly believed he was making progress. Why couldn’t she see that? Why couldn’t she recognize his efforts?

And why is she so silent now?

‘Asher, Cassie must be employing some new strategy, he thought to himself.