Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 165

165 Sisters Meet (Winona)

I glance around the living room. There's a peninsula bench dividing the space. Over that, the small kitchen. I know up the hall there are two bedrooms, but I was never allowed in those. If I ever did peak in, I got a beating. Now I know why. It's the same layout. The same place!

But I can see the signs of care-clean dishes stacked in the sink corner, fresh flowers in a chipped vase. Furnishings that are older but not the trash we once had here. She's been trying. It's not much, but it's something Somehow, amongst the dilapidated structure, this place looks and feels like a home. Not my home but a home.

I can't help but wonder how she's made ends meet all these years. It's been over eighteen years.

"I got help. Did some courses. Learned how my experience could help me help others. I do social work part time. It isn't much but we live simple lives." It's like she's read my mind.

I nod. "That's great."

"I can't work any more hours because of the trauma I suffered. I can only do a few a week and I get some government money."

I let out my breath. Thank God she stopped doing what he was making her do.

""Your sister-" she starts to say, but then the door swings open.

A young woman walks in, she'd be eighteen now, I guess. I stare at her, not really knowing what to say.

She's got a tough look, street-wise, part of the hood-worn jeans, a leather jacket, dark eyeliner smudged around her eyes.

She stops in her tracks when she sees us, her eyes narrowing as they flick between me and Jayden.

"Whatever you're selling, we don't need it. Fuck off."

"Cass! Language! We have guests."

Cass rolls her eyes hard. "Sorry, Mom." Her sarcasm is full throttle.

they then? Why are

studies me. "Wait. Aren't

his pants? And you..." She points at me,

clicks her fingers, "got it, you killed

"Cass"

it's true ain't it? More money than

Cass takes

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explain why you're slumming it here away

world."

Maybe she just wants me to leave again. Maybe that would be for the

arms over her chest. "Sister?

later." Mom tells

shrugs. "Whatever. I don't

speak again. "I didn't know

me up and down, her expression hardening. "You think you're gonna come in

sure what I'd find here. But I wanted

time to listen to long stories. Busy. Now you've seen us, you can

met you, maybe we can get to know you better.

hand, then at Jayden. "Pffft. Like hell. I'm not that hard

his mouth but I can tell he

to come to terms

you're hooked up with a billionaire. My heart

looks at me for a long

move is just like him. Exactly the way he used to do it. A coldness runs down my spine. She may have never met him but she's a lot like him. As much as I