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.

don't have an appetite, but I know

don't know what condition she'll

for hours. 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 going to the airstrip

making me

am I even going to say to him? How do

open as I walk back into the main room. And there 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, his hurt,

can't hold back

tears from my throat as I

against his chest. His grip is tight, crushingly

and for just a second, I let myself feel

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I can feel the tension in

speaking, just clinging to each other.

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

had to make a choice. They said come alone and tell no one, or they'll hurt

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

don't care about

ask, desperate to know

softening. "The doctors say he's