Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Winona)

"What the hell are you doing here?" The words slip out before I can stop them. I'm too on edge to care about politeness right now.

"Is that any way to greet your daughter's grandmother?" Judy's voice is all syrupy sweetness, but her eyes -those cold, calculating eyes-are scanning me, taking in every detail. Gus gives me an apologetic smile. "I told her you didn't like surprises."

"Abby's at school," I say, crossing my arms. "And we have plans after, so..."

"So?" Judy cuts in, her tone sharp. "So we'll wait. I'd love to catch up with you, Winona. Maybe we can chat while we wait for Abby to come home?"

I do not want her near my mother.

Is this coincidence that Steve is in town and Judy shows up?

I'm not mentioning a word about anything. Not Jayden, not Steve and definitely not Ashlyn.

I stand my ground.

"Maybe I can help," Judy offers, her voice too eager. "I could pick Abby up from school, like I used to. Spend some time with her while you handle your plans." "No," I say, too quickly. "Abby has a friend's birthday party."

Judy's eyes narrow slightly. "I see."

for the

smile tightens, but she

at Judy. "We'll

another time. Soon." Then she

I say casually. "Soon. For

door, leaning against it for a moment as I try to catch my breath. What a

does

won't answer, not if he's in the middle of something important. However, I know I also have to

I refuse to let any of this trigger me. I need to talk to someone, get some

Gordon Brown's number. He's been a solid ally, someone who knows how to handle dangerous

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can give me some insight, help me figure out my next

then I hesitate. What if involving Gordon only makes things worse? What if Steve finds out and sees it as a challenge? I know how his mind works-he thrives on conflict,

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risk that. I need to handle this on my own, at least

take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I can't let fear control me. I've faced worse than this before, and I've survived. I'm stronger now, more capable. I won't let Steve take that away from me. Not again. But even as I tell myself that, a dark voice in the back of my mind whispers that I'm in over my head. That Steve is more dangerous now than he's ever been, and that I'm not

my hand, startling me. I

worry. I got you. Talk

back a quick reply, telling him to be safe

phone on the kitchen counter, figuring I'll grab a quick shower to clear

hit the road, so I dry and

my kitchen. "Oh,

"I want to take something to help me