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.

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

he always know? How does everyone always know everything about

greets, his voice smooth and unruffled. But his eyes? They're sharper than broken glass, cutting right through

like poison. "More like a goddamn train wreck." My voice is hoarse,

to walk straight, but I stumble sideways. Viktor is there in an

though it's not a question. His disapproval

shrugging him off, though I nearly topple over again. "I'm fine,

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

pulse spikes, the anger roaring back to life. "Yeah? Well, who gives a fuck?" The words spill out, reckless and ugly. "Maybe you had

moment, Viktor's face flickers with something-disappointment, maybe-but he locks it

the car, his silence infuriatingly calm. I collapse into the

lights blur past, a smear of neon and shadow. My mind won't stop spinning. Winona. Lance.

silence. 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

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only raw, aching pain. Viktor helps me out of the car, and I want to shove him away, scream that I don't need anyone, but I don't have the

probably too used to seeing powerful men fall apart. The thought makes me sick. I'm supposed to be better than

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