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.

pushes off from the car with that same unshakeable authority he always carries,

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

unruffled. But his eyes? They're sharper than broken glass, cutting

train wreck."

sideways. Viktor is there in

though it's not a question.

shit, Sherlock?" I snarl, shrugging him off, though I nearly topple over again. "I'm fine,

tightens, just enough to keep me upright. "I heard about the fight," he says, his voice neutral,

a fuck?" The

accusation tastes like acid, and for a moment, Viktor's face flickers with something-disappointment, maybe-but he locks it down, his

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

blur past, a smear of neon and shadow. My mind won't stop spinning. Winona. Lance. Phillip. The photos. It's all looping in my head, a horror film on

finally speaks as we pull into the underground garage of our London building." You need rest, Jayden," he says,

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leaving behind only raw, aching pain. Viktor helps me out of the car, and I want to

powerful men fall apart. The thought makes me sick. I'm

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