Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 312

312 A Sister's Worry (Winona)

Henry's finally asleep, and the house is settling into that sweet, quiet lull that comes after a long, hectic day. I recheck the monitor and tiptoe out of the nursery, closing the door softly behind me, and head downstairs. It's still surreal having Henry home, and part of me feels like I should be watching over him constantly, but the doctors assured us that the specialist equipment and nanny support would alert us if anything goes wrong.

The monitor screens are set up in the living and kitchen areas and our bedroom. But I am well aware I need to relax and let go a little as well. I'm not going to end up being a helicopter mom when the kid's sixteen.

It's bad enough now, I can't focus on my work and business right now. I'm going away for an extended time. Phillip needs support at work and I'm still getting hit with the awkwardness every time I see him. I have to make a choice soon.

Is it time to sell up my half and become a fulltime Mom?

But enough of that. Cass is here and she's had a wonderful time visiting Henry this afternoon. It's been! amazing having her here. With her budding chef schedule, she can't visit often.

"Hey," I say, walking over to pour myself a glass of water. "Thanks for helping get Henry settled. And the other kids too."

Cass glances up at me with a smirk. "No problems. I know how to handle kids, remember?"

I snort. "Sure, you do. The last time you babysat Abby alone, she ended up drawing on the walls with at permanent marker."

"She's a budding artist, what can I say?" Cass shrugs, her smirk turning into a grin. "In my defense I did think it was the tub of washable ones."

I sit at the island across from her, my mind flashing back to when Cass first got back from the hospital after the whole Cancun disaster. She seems better, healthier even, but I know her well enough to pick up on the undercurrent of tension between us. I'm hoping her addiction is back under control.

"So... How's life? Have you been coping okay since the Cancun ordeal?" I ask, trying to keep my tone light, but the words feel heavier than I intend.

am I still

were worried

okay. It was

"Even with your schedule?"

"I'm fine, sis. Chill."

Gabriel? Is

1/3

let's worry

fingers tightening around

you're still seeing him, like

nods. "Sure are. Is that a problem for

want to start a fight,

narrow. "Worried about what,

glass down. "You know Gabriel's family could be tied to all this... kidnaping mess. I

had anything to do with his grandfather since he was born. Just leave him out of your

in Cancun and that

but that was more

be careful Cass, you give

rolls her eyes, her expression turning defensive. "Newsflash, Winona, not every guy is out to screw someone over. Just because you've had your issues

her words. "This isn't about my issues. It's about you being safe! How do you even

the hell do you know he was? Gabriel had nothing to do with that! Why the fuck would

frustrated. "It just feels like too much of a coincidence. Someone set up you being in Cancun, your purse being taken and Gabriel

arms, her voice biting. "If he's using me, what does he want from me? He doesn't need me for a green card, he doesn't need money, and he already has Brennan Industries. What is he gaining from