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.

unshakeable authority he always carries, moving toward me with a purpose I can't quite handle

hell does he always know? How does

eyes? They're sharper than broken glass, cutting right through me. "Rough

train wreck." My voice is hoarse, the

but I stumble sideways. Viktor is there in an instant, steadying me with a firm

though it's not a question. His

off, though I nearly topple over again.

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

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

accusation tastes like acid, and for a moment, Viktor's face flickers with something-disappointment,

his silence infuriatingly calm. I collapse

mind won't stop spinning. Winona. Lance. Phillip. The photos. It's all looping in my head, a horror film

drives in silence. He finally speaks as we pull into the underground garage of our London building." You need rest, Jayden,"

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The alcohol is wearing off, leaving behind only raw, aching pain. Viktor helps me out of the car, and I want to shove him away,

fall apart. The thought makes me sick. I'm supposed

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