Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 314

314 Arrival in Brussels (Jayden)

I step out of the jet, and the crisp European air hits me immediately-cleaner, cooler, it smells fartly of rain, earth, and something else I can't place. It feels... old. Ancient, even This place has history, layers of it.

At the bottom of the stairs, I spot the two men I was told would be waiting Victor Balázs, head of security, stands with his arms folded across his chest,

He's tall and built like he could take down a bear with his bare hands. Dressed in black tactical gear, his stance is solid, like nothing could knock him over.

His face is set, but there's an ease in the way he carries himself. I've read his file-ex-military, Hungar a force of nature in his field.

Next to him stands Hugo Devereux, the man Gus has trusted for decades. He's everything I imagined tall, lean, and dripping with French superiority. The way his gray hair is slicked back, his sharp suit perfectly tailored, it's like he's stepped out of some European fashion magazine.

He's got the air of someone who believes the world should be grateful he exists. I'd already gathered that from his phone calls. And judging by his thin smile, I can already tell he's not exactly thrilled to have to bother with me.

"Ah, Monsieur Brennan," Hugo says, with an accent so thick it almost feels like he's mocking me. His handshake is brief, just polite enough to be cordial. "Welcome to Brussels. Bienvenue." "Thanks. It's great to be here," I say, trying to match his formality. I know my business, I know what I'm capable of, but Hugo's look down his nose at me screams, you're out of your depth here. Viktor, on the other hand, steps forward with a nod, a lot less formal but far more reassuring. "Mr. Brennan," he says in his deep Hungarian-accented English. "I trust the flight was comfortable?" "Yeah, all good. Thanks."

everything like a man who doesn't take chances with security. "Brussels can be unpredictable. We'll

It's Brussels. Civilisé, non?" He

is always paramount,

page. Hugo's got that old-world European polish, and Viktor's the no-nonsense, boots-on-the-ground

on opposite ends of the spectrum, and it's clear they clash. But Gus has trusted them with his -whole life, so I see no reason

we?" Hugo says, nodding toward the sleek black car waiting near

elegant buildings with centuries-old architecture, cobblestone streets, and lush parks, all with high-end designer

the office now. I know we have a time

glance out the window, catching glimpses of cathedrals and grand stone buildings. The skyline is

in a way that feels very foreign to me, like a painting I've stepped into. Even the air

Brennan," Hugo says from beside me, barely turning his head. "The perfect place for a company like Nexus Global to operate. Understated, yet immensely powerful. A place where decisions are made quietly,

words are carefully chosen, every syllable dripping with an unspoken message:

a noncommittal nod, knowing this will be an uphill battle with him. "I'm looking forward

else does. Hugo has a habit of exaggerating." It's a small vote of confidence, but one I

raising an eyebrow but he ignores Victor all the same. "Brussels, despite its 'charm,