Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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407 Independence and Denial

407 Independence and Denial

(Jayden)

I don't even stop to catch my breath after heading back to the jet. I've called the pilot and organized a return trip. The sooner I'm away from here the better.

My heart is still racing, my torn fists ache from the fight. The betrayal. The utter destruction of everything I thought I knew engulfs me.

Finally, I'm at the airport private jet area. I get out of the car and make a beeline for the jet. It's waiting, fueled up and ready to take me back to London.

"Mr. Brennan," the pilot greets. "Do you need anything else before we leave?"

"I'm fine," I snap. "Just get me out of here."

He nods, and I march past him, my phone clenched in my hand. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't need anyone. Winona, Lance, Viktor. I can run my own life. Make my own decisions.

Winona. I can't remember the last time rage engulfed me like that. Those words just spewed out of

what have I

that thought away, burying it under layers of rage. No. They did this. They betrayed me. I have every right to be furious. To want to hurt them the way

about her. I grit my teeth, shoving away the guilt that threatens to break through. She kept secrets from me. And

anyway?" I mutter, as I get up to grab the bottle of scotch from

nothing to dull the ache, but I keep drinking, hoping

hurts.

my throat, and lean back in the seat, staring at the -ceiling. All my life, every time I've opened up, let someone in, I've been

Judy's manipulations, by everyone I've ever tried to love. The only way to protect myself

I can do this alone. Run Nexus, make decisions fix everything

I'm not as strong as I want to be. The idea of never seeing Winona's smile, never feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, makes me want to throw the

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but then I set it down.

to bark at whoever dares disturb me. But it's just a staff member, nervously informing me the jet is ready to take off. I nod and fasten my seat belt. He comes over and removes the bottle and stows it

to know I'm heading to London, but screw that. I don't need Viktor or his lectures about loyalty and trust. I don't need anyone knowing

quite capable of getting to my hotel suite alone. I'll talk to him about why I'm back tomorrow. None of his

I can't wake up from. Now my whole life has blown up again. Why can't anything ever