Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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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.

then? Why are

then studies me. "Wait. Aren't you that Brennan dude who can't keep

And you..." She points at me,

her fingers, "got it, you

"Cass"

ain't it? More money than brains

I stand up and Cass takes a step back. "You've definitely

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This is

you. Doesn't explain why you're slumming it here away from your bright city lights

world."

or not. Maybe she just wants me to leave again. Maybe that would be for the best. If I can. My mother stands up. "Cass, this is Winona... your

she recovers quickly, crossing her arms over

later." Mom tells

"Whatever.

"I didn't

looks me up and down, her expression hardening. "You think you're gonna come in here and play big sister? Save me from this shitty life?

I wanted to

listen to long stories. Busy. Now

to

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

mouth but I can tell he doesn't

trying to come to terms with

terms with things when you're hooked up with a billionaire. My heart fucking bleeds for

a long moment,

and cracking it open. That move is just like him. Exactly the way he used to do it. A coldness