Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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77 Where Are They? (Winona)

I'm still shaken from attacking that man yesterday. I've stayed at the beach house another night, but now, want to get back to the cottage and prove I can do this

"Jayden, thanks for everything. The police are coming this afternoon for an interview and child services will be here in the morning."

"Are you sure?" He looks at me, concern etched in his features.

I nod. "I really am."

"I have some meetings today. Hopefully, I'll finally make some headway to buying more shares. Then I'll come around and sleep on the sofa."

"You don't have to put yourself out.

"I do, and I will. If you're sure he'll be back, we can't take any

Chances."

"He will be, but he's not stupid enough to try while the authorities are around."

"If he knows you'll contact the authorities, then he may want to get the kids back with him before then."

This is true. I consider my options. I don't have a car here and Jayden has meetings he needs to get to." So, it's either I wait at the cottage or here."

I don't know what to do. Anxiety twists in my gut, making it hard to breathe.

"We know security is out there watching."

relief. "Yes. Drop us at the cottage then. They aren't going to let him anywhere near

kids outside?" Jayden

packing their things." I stare at him,

them when I came

as I rush to the bedroom, pushing the door open. The room is empty, the bed unmade, and their things scattered

Abby!" I call out, my voice breaking. There's no response, just the deafening silence that

kids are missing "We

checking under beds, and calling their names.

I gasp, clutching the doorframe to steady myself. My breath

look at him. "Winona, we'll find them. They couldn't have gone

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at him, my voice echoing in the eminty house. Jayden bolts out the door while I sprint to the back deck. The gate is open,

locked it, I swear I did," Jayden says, his voice

you do the combination yesterday. It makes sense," I race down the steps and scan

yard.

the shoreline, my eyes scanning for any sign of the kids. The

with my hand and squint. "Bobby! Sarah! Abby!" I

the house. They're gesturing, pointing in different directions. I feel helpless and frantic. The thought of them being

out, my body trembling. The overwhelming sense of loss and fear crashes over me like a tidal wave. "It's my fault. It's my fault. Abby, oh

known better than to trust them. My father has set this up. He's got Bobby

know it."

You mean, he's taken Abby to your father? Why would he if he's

you get it? There's no

helps me to my feet. "We