Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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I've come home from work not a moment too soon. I step into this pristine mansion and immediately feel the tension in the air. Henry is crying.

From the look on the tutor's face as she gathers her things, it's been a long day.

"Mr. Brennan," the tutor says, her tone polite but weary. The girls have been adjusting fairly well, although they do need to understand discipline, but Bobby... Well, he's been more interested in the kitten than lessons. I've barely seen him all day."

I sigh, taking Henry from his carer's arms and bouncing him gently. His cries are escalating, and I know it's time for a bottle. "Thank you for today. We all need some time. I'll talk to him."

She nods, offering a smile before leaving.

Henry's carer offers her goodbyes, and I thank her too.

I move into the sitting room, where the girls are flipping through books, but they look worn out. I quickly grab a bottle from the small fridge I had set up in the sitting room and heat it in the microwave oven next

to it.

It's a country mile to the kitchen and nobody has time for that trek with a crying baby. I settle down to

feed him.

"Daddy! Yay!" Abby rushes over for a half hug and kiss, avoiding bumping Henry.

Sarah smiles. "I learned about Brussels today and

that is a great picture. Did

Sarah nods. "She's nice."

serious. "The lady talks funny, I don't understand all

giving her a comforting smile. "It'll get easier, sweetie. And you can always ask questions if you don't understand. And you

miss school back home. The teachers there were more

it," I say, glancing around.

"He's outside. With the kitten again. He didn't do any

older, and I'll sort it out with him. We're here to help each other,

"Yes, Daddy. Where's Mommy?"

a little longer, she'll be home

"Okay." Abby smiles.

finish feeding Henry, patting his back gently until he lets out a tiny burp, then settle him into his

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go out and see how

to talk to Bobby, you okay in

both nod, engrossed

Bobby outside, phone in hand, chatting animatedly. Must be a friend from back home. The kitten is curled up in his lap, looking more comfortable than any of us have since we got here. Bobby sees me coming and hangs up quickly, but I've already heard enough. "Bobby," I start,

this place is different, but you can't just ignore your lessons. What

fingers absently scratching behind the kitten's ear. "Talking to my friends," he admits finally, "Playing games. Looking for the cat's mom

you find an

shakes his head. "Everyone helped me look. They asked around anyone

"That's true."

get to keep him