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.

feeding my anxieties about what Judy might

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paid pleasure trip. She has a plan. I know she has

who's always been so composed, so impervious to the emotions of

genuine feelings for Abby. I do

to Abby and has respected my wishes all the way through

I know better than to take anything Judy does at face value. I don't know, this might be paranoia' and perhaps something I can deal with in therapy. How do I just get on with life when there's so many deadly people in it I can never trust? It's impossible really. I sigh, I guess I resign myself

the jet and pull Abby into her lap. "One last cuddle, 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 live in a castle like a queen?" Abby's little eyes, shining with tears, open up wide."

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why are you leaving, Grandma? I'll

doesn't change her mind and stay. There's a certain sense of freedom knowing she won't be breathing down my neck on a daily basis. "Abby, sweetheart," Judy begins, brushing a strand of hair out of Abby's face with trembling

now, but I'll be back," Judy continues, her voice wavering slightly. "And when I come back, I promise you'll never have to let me go again. You and daddy and I will always be together, you'll see." She whispers but I can still hear it, although

around me narrows, shrinking down

Anxiety surges, threatening to drown me in a tide of panic. But I can't let it show-I can't let Judy see that she's gotten to

still, to keep my face as neutral as possible. Is it a threat? A promise? Or just another one of Judy's

want to scream, to grab Abby and run, but

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.