Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

Chapter 406

My CEO 409

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409 Friends Are Overrated

(Jayden)

The three-hour flight goes by in a blur. I suspect I slept through most of it, lost in a drunken haze, but I can't be sure. My head is pounding, a steady, merciless throb that matches the ache in my chest.

The alcohol dulled the fire, but it's like trying to put out a forest blaze with a glass of water. It's only made the edges of my grief sharper, more cutting.

The jet touches down in London, and I force myself upright, stumbling slightly as I exit. My vision swims, and I grab my briefcase just to have something solid to hold onto.

The fight with Lance replays in my mind, every punch, every accusation. And Winona's face-her eyes wide with shock, then hurt. The memory crushes me like a boulder, heavy and unrelenting.

Viktor is waiting. Of course he is. He's leaning against a sleek black SUV, arms crossed, his expression as impassive as ever. His eyes narrow as he watches me stagger down the steps of the jet.

same unshakeable authority he always carries, moving toward me with

does he always know? How does everyone always know everything about me

eyes? They're sharper

laugh, but it comes out bitter, tasting like poison. "More like a goddamn train wreck." My voice is hoarse, the words slurring just enough

but I stumble sideways. Viktor is there in an

though it's not a question.

snarl, shrugging him off, though I nearly topple over again. "I'm fine, Viktor. Just... get me to

to keep me upright. "I heard about the fight,"

"Yeah? Well, who gives a fuck?" The words spill out, reckless and ugly. "Maybe you had sex with my wife

for a moment, Viktor's face

the bait. He just leads me to the car, his silence infuriatingly calm. I collapse into

and shadow. My mind won't stop spinning. Winona. Lance. Phillip. The photos. It's all looping in my

He finally speaks as we pull into the underground garage of our London building." You need rest, Jayden," he says, his voice steady. "You're not in any state to make

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argue. I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams. The alcohol is wearing off, leaving behind only raw, aching pain. Viktor helps me out of the car,

apart. The thought makes me sick.

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