Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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403 Opening Envelopes (Jayden)

The decoy flight was a well-choreographed illusion. Viktor boarded the Nexus Global jet, accompanied by someone who looked like me and a highly visible security detail.

The intention is simple: draw eyes, especially if Judy is watching. The whole operation was designed to mislead, to give me the cover I need to get out unnoticed.

Now I'm in a smaller charter jet, an aircraft that looks almost understated compared to the Nexus one. It's sleek, black, and inconspicuous, blending into the private airstrip with an anonymity that feels oddly comforting. Inside, the jet's interior is quiet, the hum of the engines a low and steady reassurance. I'm settled into one of the leather seats, my briefcase open next to me.

The documents from Nexus London are slowly going from the to-do to the done pile. I've read everything I needed to review. Investigation notes, financial statements, and transcripts of company phone and cell conversations.

I'm looking for anything that might hint at Grayson being set up. Now all I have left are the yellow

envelopes, which will have security pictures that might be of interest.

I get up to use the bathroom and stretch my legs. My muscles are stiff from sitting and working through endless paperwork, but I can't afford to slack off. The thought of being home, even if it's just for 24 hours, is a beacon in this pressure cooker.

It's what keeps me going, the reason I haven't crumbled under the pressure. I'm hoping to get everything here looked at and earmarked for further consideration before I land.

I really don't want to do any of this in the next twenty-four hours. Whatever I think needs further analysis, I'll tell Viktor about, and he can take a closer look with the investigations team.

I come out of the bathroom and do some stretches. The tightness in my neck and shoulders won't let up, but at least the movement helps a little. Then I sit and shift my attention back to the briefcase beside me.

I pull out the stack of envelopes and put them in my lap.

There should be enough time to get through these. Each envelope is dated, so I'll need to be sure I get it all back in the correct envelope again. So, one envelope at a time is the best way.

I stick my thumb under the flap and rip the first one open. A yawn takes me by surprise. I run my hands over my face, trying to shake the exhaustion. My thoughts drift to the kids, to Abby and Bobby and Sarah. They'll be excited to see me, even if it's only for a short while. I picture Henry's tiny face, his bright blue Brennan eyes. Winona, waiting for me, holding down the fort like she always does, even when things get tough.

the luckiest man

done. I need to get the work done so I can relax when this plane lands.

long before

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403 Opening Envelopes

"Forty-five minutes, Sir."

you know if there's a car waiting for me to

There will be a car and

"Great. Thank you."

task at hand. Right, let's

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envelope and slide out some images. The first is a blurry photo, a grainy security camera shot of someone walking

another loose end. I sigh and jot a note to

contains a series of banking activities. A few flagged transactions catch my eye-amounts siphoned off in such a way that it screams inside job. Making another note, the pieces inch

the papers back in their envelope, stacking them neatly. The next one

this time showing Grayson himself, looking anxious. I frown.

he suspect of a setup

photos aside and reach for the next

isn't just paperwork. It's the future of Nexus London, the integrity of the company,

I expect to see more bullshit, some security footage related to the embezzlement scandal. But instead, I'm hit with something

back in laughter. Lance is right there beside her, leaning in too close, way too damn

timestamp written on the envelope.

HPW.

Fuck. Hall pass week.

my mother, I know it is. That's why she was