Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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The morning light filters through the curtains of my hotel suite, glaring and unrelenting. My head throbs with the hangover from last night's scotch-fueled spiral. Everything is a blur, yet the anger and pain from the fight remains vivid, slicing into me.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to gather the pieces of myself, when there's a knock at the door. It's firm and authoritative. Only one person knocks like that. "Come in," I mutter, my voice rough and strained.

The door opens, and Viktor steps inside. His gaze is steely, assessing me with that infuriating calm of his. He's dressed sharply, not a hair out of place, but there's a tension in his eyes. He looks at me as if he's deciding whether I'm capable of doing my job.

"Mr. Brennan," he says, voice cool and even. "You look unwell."

I let out a harsh, humorless laugh. "I feel worse than unwell," I admit, grabbing a glass of water from the bedside table. It does little to soothe my parched throat. "What is it, Viktor?"

He steps forward, his eyes drilling into me. "We have a full day at London Global. Meetings. Damage control. Can you get it together?"

The thought of facing anyone makes my stomach chum

"I need to go back over yesterday step by step." Clearly, he's not here to baby me.

"Fine," I say, setting the glass down. "I'll be ready in a minute."

He doesn't move. Instead, he studies me, his gaze sharp and probing. "We need to talk about the photos," he says, his voice lowering.

I bristle, the anger flaring back up. "There's nothing to talk about," I snap. "I saw what I saw."

His body is tense. Viktor doesn't get irritated often, but I can see it now. "How did that envelope get onto your desk, Jayden?" he asks, his tone hard. "Think. Someone breached security. Someone had access. Do you realize what that means?" The question punches through the fog in my head. I've been so consumed by betrayal that I never considered the logistics. Who delivered the envelope? When? How?

"Well, we know Judy is the main instigator." But Viktor is right. It means more than that.

"This type of breach at this level is unacceptable. I will find the person and deal with them."

"Do we have video footage?"

"I'm checking into that. The integrity of the investigation means confidentiality. I'm not sure what areas are still covered. But I will be finding out."

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you let

she wanted to do. Get between Winona and

Just stands stoically. But what he

No sage advice about how stupid

you. People only hear what they want to hear. I need to

desk. Someone close enough to get past every layer of security we have." The gravity of it hits me. "Someone in the investigation team," I say slowly, the pieces starting to form a clearer picture. "Someone on

"Exactly. And I need you to think back, remember any details about when that

to my temples, trying to focus through the pounding headache. It's a blur-endless meetings, reports, the constant whirlwind of Nexus. That yellow envelope is one of many... How can I know when did I first saw it? My memories

sure. Those envelopes

and pinpoint who went through your door when Judy was keeping me occupied. I'm not letting her

I stand and pull on some trousers. "I said some awful things to her. I was so angry when I saw Lance there. I just

what Judy wanted you to

have? My best friend and

"Has this been ongoing?"

so. Before we got married Winona was drunk and she asked

this? Hall

agreed that she could see other men the week before our marriage. It's a long, complicated story. But Winona has only ever been

that week and I'd never

now? You

she was with my best friend Lance and her ex-fiancé who I hate. I mean

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a stranger

"Maybe." I shrug.

her

for not giving