Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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I sit in my small, cluttered apartment, staring at the text Gabriel sent an hour ago. He's pushing me again, wanting me to go with him while he builds his venture. My excuse is always work. I love my job.

I'm still learning, still growing in the kitchen, even if the chef is a bit of a hard-ass.

Gabriel doesn't get it. He keeps talking about this hospitality business he's setting up-food, accommodation, a destination for corporate team-building weeks, conferences, whatever.

It sounds impressive, sure. But the idea of working under him, tied to him like that...it doesn't sit right. I don't want to be part of his empire, whatever that is.

He has a conditional green card now and blind Freddy can see our lives are moving away from each other.

I glance around my apartment, a mess of half-folded laundry, mismatched furniture, and the faint smell of weed that lingers no matter how much I air the place out.

Maybe the pot's been a bit too frequent lately, but it helps. Work's been stressful. The chef at the restaurant has been on my case constantly, and I've already had one warning for being late too many times. But I'll figure it out. Winona and the kids are leaving soon. So what? I'll be fine.

There's a knock at the door and already I know it's Gabriel. He's been trying to talk since last night. I open the door, and he's standing there, that serious look on his face. He's always so damn intense.

"You ready to talk now?" he asks, stepping inside without waiting for an answer.

I shrug. "Sure. If you're ready to hear the same thing again."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Cass, this is a big opportunity. The money's secured. My conditional green card came through, and the business is ready to go. Why can't you see how good this could be for us? We could build something together."

"I don't want to work for you, Gabriel. I've got my own thing going on." I turn away from him, busying myself with folding some laundry I'd left on the couch. "I love my job. I'm not going to just drop everything."

he's frustrated. "And I'm going to be away a lot, traveling for

way too much commitment. It is what it is, Gabriel. You do what you want to do, and

there's another knock at the door. I frown, wondering who it could be. When I open it, my jaw nearly

"Mia?"

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What the hell are you doing here?" I pull her Into a hug, genuinely glad to see

back with a

raise an eyebrow. "Does

on Gabriel. "Judy's sponsoring me to come work in the U.S. She wants me at Brennan Industries.

laugh. "Please, Gabriel. I'll do whatever I want. Judy's offering me a chance, and

between them, my head spinning a little. I didn't expect this. "You're staying

then?"

it's sharp, almost calculated. "Only for

sinks. "Wait, you're

to stay while I settle in. It's just business,

pulled a lot of crap on Winona. You really want to get close to her?

"I know how to handle myself, Cass. I'm not Winona. This is

shakes his head. "And your shares? What about

grin turns smug. "You agreed. I didn't. I

jaw tighten. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just watches Mia like he's trying to

impulsive, confident, headstrong, and more than a little

I say, not wanting their family argument

couch. "Only a few nights. But time for us

storm brewing behind his eyes. This situation with Mia,

enough arguments with