Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 369

369 The Green Wave

(Cass)

"Cass!" Ziggy's voice snaps me back to the present.

He's standing by the counter, eyebrow raised as he holds a tray of fresh-cut veggies toward me. "Earth to Cass. You gonna season these, or are you planning on serving 'em bland?"

I blink, fumbling as I grab the tray. "Right. Sorry, I was just... thinking."

He sighs, running his hand through his vibrant blue hair, "Cass, girl, I get it. Trust me. But you've been 'just thinking' all day. If you're gonna space out, at least pretend like you're here." "Yeah, ye

yeah, I know," I mutter, feeling my face flush under his watchful gaze. "I'm good."

Ziggy doesn't look convinced, though. He eyes me for a moment longer, then glances around to make sure no one's paying attention. "Do you, though? You're riding that 'green wave' again, obviously."

My gut tightens. I hate how he reads me so well. Ziggy's been around the block a few times, his arms a map of tattoos, each telling a story I'll probably never hear. He knows when I'm out of it, and he's always got something to say about it. "It's just a little pot," I shrug, trying to play it off like it's no big deal. "You know I'm still here, still getting things done."

Ziggy shakes his head, his voice laced with disappointment. "Getting things done... sure. But you're better than this, Cass. And don't think I haven't noticed you've been smoking more lately. Is it worth it? Does Winona know, what about Gabriel?" My anger flares. "Winona and Gabriel can mind their own business. Just like you."

"Don't push away everyone who cares. You're a smart cookie but you're acting awfully stupid right now. You know I'm right."

I swallow. "Look, it helps me unwind. This place is intense, you know that. The pressure here, the hours. It's just... it keeps me steady. Life's been hectic lately. The kidnapping, Winona and the kids leaving Gabriel and I breaking up."

crutch. And I'm telling you now, it's not gonna

groan, rolling my eyes. "I don't need

me a bag of spices, his tone softening, but there's no humor there now. "I'm not judging, Cass. I'm telling you to wake up before it gets worse. Look

kitchen, to our coworkers in all their individuality, people who live on the edge just like me, some of them barely holding on to the

them here do, but look at them. They are stuck on a hamster wheel. They have lost their ambition and drive to want more for themselves. Don't

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next month. I'm worried to leave you here like this. Cass,

maybe I get what he's saying. But I'm

it, okay?" I tell him, voice sharper than I intend.

got a real future with

a pan with a little more force than necessary. But his words linger,

I'm a

thrill of it, the way I can create something from scratch that people

crash, Winona keeping us safe. But then her suspicion of Gabriel. I stood up for him. He had no idea what happened. And now

I think about reaching out, something stops me. I don't know if it's pride, or fear, or the mess of everything in between. I just want to make

snapping me out of my thoughts once again. "Cass, you're zoning out

like Chef is going

have

"Let me guess, you?"

Cella covering my front of

want

actually gives a fuck about you. Don't