Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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I drive through the city to Cass's cafe, my hands grip the steering wheel a little too tightly. Abby's in the backseat, chatting away about the dolls she wants to take to the park tomorrow.

She has no idea what I'm about to do of course, and that's the way it should be. Steve's not going to control my life anymore, and I'll do whatever takes to make sure of that.

I called Lisa to see if she could watch Abby for an hour Mom's asleep, and Jayden's out of town dealing with business. That left Lisa-my one constant, the person I trust most in the world. She knows something's up, but she didn't hesitate.

I hope she's ready to be an alibi if I need one. I'll leave my car there and call a ride, or something. I don't know yet. But I'll work it out. If Judy can get away with shit through lies and paying off people, so can I.

I don't have to be the bigger person this time or take the high road. This time I'm just going to do what I've always wanted to do. Once he's gone, all our lives will be so much better.

I've never been to this part of the city where Cass works before. Every empty wall is covered in graffiti, but not random tags everywhere. This is all intended artworks. I can tell. It's beautiful in a randomly eclectic way.

There's the vibe of alternative youth going here. I can see why Cass likes the neighborhood. We pull up outside the café, and I pause for a moment, looking at the place. It's not your usual spot-more like something out of a punk rock music video. The exterior is painted matte black with neon purple accents, and through the windows, I can see the 'servers all decked out in black, tattoos, and piercings galore.

All colors and styles of hair are on show, from rainbow mohawks to wild blue bangs.

The interior is dark, with edgy artwork on the walls and industrial-style furniture.

It's a far cry from the sunny, pastel cafés I'm used to, but it suits Cass perfectly.

In fact, it makes Cass look a little vanilla.

I glance at Abby in the rearview mirror, wondering if she'll be a little freaked out by the vibe. But there's no backing out now. "Ready to go see Aunt Cass, sweetie?" I ask, trying to keep my tone light.

Abby nods enthusiastically. "Ready!"

and brows-greets us with a wide smile. "Hey there! Welcome to Punk Brew. What can I get you two lovely ladies today?" I'm taken aback by how friendly

but it's worth it.

nods, grinning. "Do you have

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says, winking. "Maybe one day, when you're a lot older, you can get your own stories

table with your big

Mommy. Not my

eyebrows at me. "Congratulations,

things on my mind, but I need to appear normal, just in case anyone comes asking

your name, Poppet?"

Aunt Cass works here

at a table and pulls a

amazing. I'm Ziggy. I'll send your Aunt Cass right out. I have her washing dishes right now." He grins "She's my slave, muhahaha!" He gives a fake laugh and rubs his

stop scaring the kids and go pick up the dishes on table five." A slim woman with as many tatts and piercings

Save me, Abby,

giggles as he runs away, and any concern I had about her being scared melts

what I'm

minutes, Cass comes over with a smile. Her outfit is all black, still very loose,

eyes as she approaches, like she's worried I'm

"Aunt Cass! I made a new friend!" she announces, pointing back at the tattooed server.

yeah? That's cool,

okay?" Cass asks me with

sorry. She's really beat

As long as she's okay. There'll be

and say, "Cass, you couldn't have found a better place to work. Everyone