Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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193 Devil On My Doorstep

(Winona)

I pace around the living room, trying to make sense of everything that went down last night. A wonderfully romantic date night marred by my past.

Jayden going all bad-ass on Steve was... something. Part of me was stoked to see it, but another part of me, the part that's lived with Steve's shadow and dark legacy, is scared.

I'm scared Steve will retaliate big time. No, more than scared-I'm fucking terrified.

Steve's here, and that's not just a problem you can punch away.

I grab my phone, contemplating the idea of a no-contact order. Jayden's setting one up against Judy, so I could get one against Steve too. But the thing is, Steve doesn't play by the rules. Never has, never will. The law's just a step by step guide to breaking the rules to him, a joke. He's always found a way to slip through the cracks, to do what he wants, when he wants. And that's what terrifies me the most.

Jayden called earlier, and said he had to fly out for business last night. But he has his best security on the house, on the school and on the café where Cass is working. Just don't go anywhere other than these areas for now.

gets the no contact order through for the baby. Then his own. He wanted to talk later about how that looks concerning Abby but right now, he had to run. Didn't say where he was going, didn't say why. I didn't ask actually. I'm guessing it's legal stuff around the baby's safety until it's born. Keeping Ashlyn's mental health stable by keeping Judy away from her will help out there. Mom's

walk back into the

shaky whisper, like she's afraid saying it too loud will make him

sound more confident than I feel. "After Jayden's warning last night, maybe he's

look convinced. Hell, I don't even convince

said he'd be back. He promised he'd make us pay for ruining

with the three of us back together - which was ultimately his doing we could be sitting ducks. It feels like he's setting up for some twisted reunion,

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Devil On

possible. "I'm going to lie down," she says, barely above

I should be doing something, planning, making sure we're safe. But instead,

scroll through my contacts, stopping on Gordon Brown's name. A no-contact order

respected the law, not when I was a kid, and certainly not now. Steve

frustrated. This isn't something I can solve with a phone call. Steve doesn't care about rules or orders. He cares about power, about control. And he's

1. me.