Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 216

216 Passing the Torch (Jayden)

The boardroom buzzes with the usual tension that comes with high-stakes meetings, but today there's ant extra layer of unease. No doubt the rumors have been rife, but I have something no one saw coming. Not even me.

The proof has been shown. DNA proof. I only needed to see the Brennan eyes to know that. There's no doubt that I'm walking in with Greg's family behind me. All eyes are on us, and the room goes silent as the door closes behind us all, "Can someone get some more seats? Sorry, this is last minute." I ask one of the trainee assistants

Lance is at my side, but he's unusually quiet. I know he's trying to gauge the situation, but I can see the surprise in his eyes too. None of this was in the script, and he's not used to me being unpredictable.

I glance at the board members, their faces are a mix of confusion and curiosity. Good. Let them wonder They wanted change, they'll have it.

"Good morning," I say, my voice steady and clear as I take my place at the head of the huge table. Greg's family stands behind me, the son at the front.

Greg's secret family. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when Judy hears about them.

Their presence doesn't intimidate me. Nothing does.

"I hope you are all enjoying the breakfast," I scan the faces around the table. "As you have made clear, today's meeting is crucial for the future of Brennan Industries."

I turn slightly, motioning for the young man to step forward. He does so, his posture stiff. He's dressed neatly but casually, not a suit. Well, how could he have known he'd be part of Greg's company today? I mean, they were expecting a fight. I can tell he's nervous, but he's doing his best to hide it. I can respect that.

Ana, Mia. Their mother, Maria." I turn and smile at them and Maria gives everyone a small

chairs are brought

started Brennan Industries some thirty years ago. My mother, Judy Brennan, ran the company for the majority of the time before Greg's passing away when

behind me. "Clearly busy and Judy built Brennan Industries to the powerhouse it came to be. She did that so I would have my rightful legacy." I look at Lance and he is frowning. I think he knows

but I hold up a hand to silence it. "My father is

216 Passing the Torch

to look at Greg's family and they do

parents clearly had some issues communicating." I grin at them all. "Greg had a secret family in Cuba, a family I didn't know about until... well, five minutes ago. But now that they're here, I trust you will all welcome them

portfolio of shares in Brennan Industries. The room falls completely silent as I open it,

widen as he takes them, his hands

and... to Judy. You'll have equal shares." There's a collective gasp around the table, but I don't care. This is what I've been working toward for months-no, years. Freedom from the empire that's weighed me down

forward, "Jayden are

"Please understand that this is a permanent transfer of power. I am stepping down,

their faces, the disbelief that I'm actually walking away. But I don't

leave, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, my decision is justified when I see

leaving Lance to handle the chaos I've just unleashed. I don't look back. I don't need to. This

my mind already shifting to the only thing that matters right now-my unborn

doctor says, his voice urgent. "The baby is in distress. We need to deliver now.