Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 322

322 Cracks in the Surface (Cass)

I'm half-asleep on the couch when I hear Gabriel talking on the phone. He is all smooth and confident, like always. But then he says something that makes my heart drop.

"I'm free to move wherever the business takes me. No ties holding me down.".

No ties? What the hell does that make me then? A side piece? Some chick he's keeping around for fun

until he bounces?

My stomach twists. I've been ignoring the signs, brushing off the little things, but hearing him say that out loud hits differently. It feels like the floor's just been ripped out from under me. I can't let this slide.

I can't just let it go. As soon as he gets off the phone, I corner him. "So, no ties, huh?" I snap, crossing my arms. "What am I then? Just some rando you hook up with when you're bored?"

Gabriel looks at me like I'm speaking a different language. "What?"

"I heard you!" I jab a finger at him. "You told them you didn't have any ties holding you down. So, where do I fit in, huh?"

He rubs his temples like I'm annoying him. "Cass, come on. I mean no business ties. You're making this bigger than it is."

"No," I shot back. "You didn't even mention me. Not once. It's like I don't matter."

Why is that such a big deal? I stare at him, my chest tightening even more. "You assumed I'd just pack up my life and follow you? Like I don't have my

and I

developments there. Judy will continue to run Brennan Industries. I'm looking into

looking away. "I've got my own life. I'm

softer now, but still distant. "You're blowing

proportion? You're not even asking what I

to pull me into some kind of hug but I pull

here, Cass? Your sister is leaving, and you mostly argue with

I defend, even though he has a point. "And that's not the point, Gabriel. I'm not some tag-along you can just assume will follow you wherever you

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"You can cook anywhere."

Traineeships like

an issue," he said, sounding genuinely confused. "I figured you'd

someone who actually gives a damn about what I want

staring at each other. I don't know what I expected him to say, but his next words hit me harder than

his voice quiet but serious. "After Cancun.

flips something inside me. I swallow hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. "It's the nightmares. I can't shake them. I can feel you

wasn't there. You know that. This isn't real, it's a dream."

up from those nightmares, it feels too real. Like

to this crap any longer." His voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a slap. Then with a bang of the door,