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 to be

keep them for Cass. I don't know what condition

I'm pacing, the tension in my body coiling tighter by the minute. Gus pops his head in to tell me Jayden's chopper is landing. He's

me anxious. I duck in to use the bathroom. It

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

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

can't hold back

His name tears from my throat as I run

catching me as I throw myself against his chest. His grip is tight, crushingly

body is solid, familiar, and for just a second,

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because I can feel the tension in

each other. His heart pounds against mine, fast and hard. His breath

pull back just enough to look up at him, my fingers gripping his jacket. "I'm sorry," I whisper,

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. I didn't have a

of the love he has for me. "You should've told me," he says quietly, but there's an

Winona. I don't care about the danger. I'm

ask, desperate to

softening. "The doctors say