Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Winona)

I pull the GPS tracker out of my bag, the tiny device feeling foreign in my palm. I tie it into my hair, tucking it into the tight bun I've secured high on my head.

My fingers tremble as I make sure it's hidden.

I have a lifeline, but that doesn't make me feel any less on edge.

I don't know how long Jayden will take to get here, but I'm using every minute to get prepared. My mind keeps circling back to everything that's happened. I left him.

He stood at the altar, humiliated in front of everyone-our family, our friends. The children. Our children.

I push the guilt down as best as I can, but it sits heavy on my chest like a weight I can't shake. I made that choice, and I had no other. I had to leave. For Cass.

Gus drove us to this nearby camp-an odd place, not quite a hotel, but functional enough. There's a kitchen, a bathroom, and some food. I've showered and put on layers of warm clothes, thinking altead for when I find Cass. She might need them more than me.

I slip a small nail file into my bra, just in case. Not exactly a weapon, but it makes me feel like I have some control. A protein bar and bottled water go into a small zip bag around my waist.

an appetite, but I know I need

Cass. I don't know what condition she'll

tension in my body coiling tighter by the minute. Gus pops his head in to tell me Jayden's

Facing Jayden... that's what's really making me anxious. I

reflection in the mirror. What am I even going to say to him? How do I explain why

he is. Jayden stands in the doorway, backlit by the outside lights. His face is unreadable, but the air between us is thick. The second our eyes meet, I can feel it-his anger,

hold back

His name tears from my throat

doesn't speak. His arms open, catching me as I throw myself against his chest. His grip is tight,

for just a second, I let

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I can feel the tension in him-the questions

moments, neither of us speaking, just clinging to each other. His heart pounds against mine, fast and hard. His

fingers gripping his jacket. "I'm

didn't want to leave you like that. I had to make a choice. They said come alone and tell no one, or they'll hurt her.

But his eyes-they're still soft, still full of the love he has for me. "You should've told me," he

me right away, Winona. I don't care about the

okay?" I ask, desperate to know about our

voice softening. "The doctors say he's