Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 404

404 Rage Unleashed (Jayden)

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The jet touches down smoothly, but there's nothing smooth about the way my heart is pounding. I grab my briefcase, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. The envelope with those damning photos is stuffed inside. All I want are answers.

As I step off the jet, I storm over to the car waiting for me.

"Get out," I snap at the driver, tossing my briefcase onto the back seat. My voice is sharp enough to cut through metal. "I'll drive myself."

"Ah, Mr. Brennan...I can't-"

I pull his door open and drag him out by the shirt collar. "I said get out."

I get into the driver's seat, slamming the door hard enough that it echoes across the tarmac. The engine roars to life as I hit the gas, the tires screeching in protest.

The rage that's been simmering in my veins now boils over. Betrayal, disbelief, gut-wrenching jealousy. The thoughts crash into each other, making my chest tighten, my knuckles white as I grip the wheel.

Phillip and Winona. It's a blur, a storm I can't

he? My best friend. The man I trusted above

bear the weight of whatever she needed. But I never thought... never in my wildest nightmares did I picture this. My best friend, Lance,

she could ever think that

the speedometer needle climbing dangerously high. The road to the estate blurs past me. My mind is laser-focused, spiraling between anger and devastation. Then I'm here, still speeding along the estate driveway. Past the estate. I'm not stopping untill get to

toward the front steps. Tall, familiar-Lance. What the fuck is he doing here? Is he seeing her behind my back? Islam the brakes, jerking the wheel hard, sending the car skidding to a stop. The tires

Without a second's hesitation, throw the car into park and lunge out, my chest heaving, rage

the name tearing from my

In two strides, I'm on him, my fists flying. I connect with his jaw, the force of the

raw, cracking with fury. You think you can screw

shove him back against the porch railing, rage coursing through me. His eyes are wild, and

manifesting in each hit. I can't stop. The betrayal cuts too deep, and I feel like I'm drowning in this raw, primal need to make him hurt as much as I'm hurting. "You were my best friend!" I shout, my voice strangled. "And you

coming out choked.

can't. I don't want to hear excuses, don't want to hear anything but the crack of my fist against his jaw, the sound of my fury echoing into the quiet night. My vision blurs with rage and unshed tears Igave her that damn hall pass. I told her I wouldn't hold it against her. But

to get his arms up, trying to block me. "Jayden, listen to me!" he shouts,

deflects it, grabbing my arm and trying to hold me back. The betrayal still