Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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154 Good Riddance Judy (Winona)

The private airstrip stretches out before us, a vast expanse of concrete bordered by high fences and dotted with sleek, black security vehicles.

Nexus Global's logo gleams on the side of the jet, recognisable in every country on this planet, a reminder of the juggernaut that Gus's empire is.

Gus is outside his jet, overseeing the luggage being loaded. He's in control over every aspect of the flight. Just like his life. His calm, methodical demeanor is unsettling. You can never read Gus. Outside he's calm and controlled. But I'm under no illusions of the steps he'd have taken to get to where he is now.

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That includes leaving his only son to be raised in an abusive household as punishment to Judy refused to go to Europe with him and slept with his brother.

This man can make miracles happen, but he can also rain down the fires of Hell without a second thought. This man is Jayden's father.

Do we truly choose to be the person we want to be or does the gene pool have the last say?

Nexus Global isn't just a company-it's a colossal force that dominates industries worldwide.

always looms in the back of my mind, feeding my anxieties about what Judy

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for a damn all expenses paid pleasure trip. She has a

few feet away, her eyes fixed on Abby and there are tears on her cheeks. Judy, who's always been so composed, so impervious to the emotions of others, is crying. It's as if she's shedding her armor

has genuine feelings for Abby. I do believe

grandma to Abby and has respected my wishes all the way through to keep Abby's life down

don't know, this might be paranoia' and perhaps something I can deal with in therapy. How do I just get on with life

till the next time. I want you to send me all the drawings and paintings to decorate my castle walls." "Are you really going to

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why are you leaving, Grandma? I'll miss you.

breathing down my neck on a daily basis. "Abby, sweetheart," Judy begins, brushing a strand of hair out of Abby's face

promise you'll never have to let me go again.

and the world around me narrows, shrinking down to just this moment, just those words. Never have to let her go

Anxiety surges, threatening to drown me in a tide of panic. But I can't let it show-I can't

face as neutral as possible. Is it a threat? A

tell, and that uncertainty is eating me alive. I want to scream, to grab Abby and run, but

it a real chance. Abby's brow furrows. "But Grandma, why do you have to go?" she asks, her voice small and trembling." You can build a castle

I want to vomit.