Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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413 Desperate Dealings

413 Desperate Dealings

(Cass)

The alley stinks of rotting garbage, stale beer, and desperation. My heart races as I wait, shifting from foot to foot, clutching the small bag of pills in my hand.

It's quiet in an eerie way, the kind of quiet that prickles at your nerves and makes you second-guess every decision that led you here.

This used to be my life a long time ago. I swore I'd never be back here again. I promised Mom. I argued with Winona that I could take care of myself. Now here I am.

I glance at my phone. The screen is cracked, just like everything else in my life, but it flashes the time anyway. It's been twenty minutes, and every second feels like a razor blade on my nerves. Someone is supposed to be meeting me here.

I never thought I'd be selling drugs to save my own ass. But unloading this stash will get me out of the debt I owe these dealers. Enough to keep them from rearranging my face or worse. Then I'm never, ever doing this again.

I'll get clean. I might even have some money left to start over. Just this one last deal and I can stop.

The laughter and music from the club down the street drift over, taunting me. This place used to feel thrilling when Mia dragged me out on our wild nights, both of us dressed to kill, high on life or maybe just high.

I thought she was a friend, thought she genuinely liked me, but now I see she was only using me. There's a lot more to Mia than anyone knows. I feel it now. But it's too late. I have to find a way out of this mess.

He seemed different, seemed like he actually cared, but now he's vanished too. Wrapped up in his own business ventures

what a train wreck I am underneath all the false

voice cuts through the darkness, and I jump

not someone I recognize, but his presence makes my skin crawl. He's dangerous-slicked-back hair, hard eyes, and a scar slicing across

shaking. I've done this before, but it never gets easier. Especially not when

A beat passes, then he looks up, suspicion carved into his expression.

'borrowed' a couple. Surely that wouldn't matter. "It's-it's what Mia gave me," I

the wall. "You think you

in my throat as he pulls out a

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bad. This is really,

a cut for yourself just gets

from us."

shoves the pistol barrel

and try to shake my

out, sharp and commanding. "Hey, what the

of your business." The thug turns the

start, but