Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

421 The Predator’s Game

421 The Predator's Game (Judy)

The bar hums with quiet sophistication, the kind of place where London's elite come to sip overpriced whiskey and pretend they're untouchable. I walk in, a predator among prey, and there he is: Lance. The person I've come to see.

He sits hunched over his glass, looking every bit the broken man I expected. The bruises and swelling from his fight with Jayden haven't faded, and there's a hollow look in his eyes that makes my lips curl with satisfaction.

He'll hate Winona now for coming between him and Jayden. Perfect.

"Hello, Lance," I purr, sliding onto the barstool beside him. He doesn't even flinch, just glances at me with a weary indifference. Pathetic.

"Judy," he acknowledges, his voice flat, devoid of the cocky charm he usually wields like a shield. Good. I've taken that from him, too. Easier to further poison his mind against this couple.

I order a glass of Merlot, savoring the anticipation of this moment. "You know," I say, swirling the wine, "I never thought I'd see you quite so... defeated. But here you are, looking like a man who's lost everything And all because of one stupid choice. Or two, depending on how we're counting."

Lance clenches his jaw but says nothing. I lean in, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You really made it too easy for me. Sex with that slut? Did you think you'd get away with that? Maybe you think you'll finally get her yourself?"

He takes a slow sip of his drink, his hands trembling ever so slightly. It's a tiny crack, but enough to feed my ego. "What do you want, Judy?" he asks finally, his voice rough.

"Oh, nothing," I reply, feigning innocence. "Just thought I'd say thank you, really. For being so monumentally stupid. You handed me the ammunition I needed to destroy Winona's place in Jayden's life. Bravo."

His blue eyes, usually so lively and full of mischief, are dull now. "You haven't destroyed her," he says, though it sounds more like he's trying to convince himself than me.

everything they built together. And it's all because

it just for your own sick sense of self-worth? I mean, you can't believe she could ever love you, no one has. You should hate her for coming between you and my son." His grip tightens on his glass, but he doesn't respond. Silence from

a whisper, laden with mockery. "You know, I never imagined Jayden would let someone like you get so close. But

straight ahead, his eyes unfocused, and I seize the opportunity to twist the knife deeper. Remember how you always looked up to Jayden? How you wanted to be

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joke. You never stood a chance. Your father hated you, and your

across his face.

press on.

anything, fucking

"I do matter."

my voice turning venomous. "The

at me then, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes-rage, maybe. Or just deep, bone-deep hurt. Good. Let him feel

are you here?" he asks, his voice almost a

right for him." I

"Speaking of luck," I continue, "you know how fortunate I've been, don't

He could have died but he didn't. I could have

sinks in, his shoulders stiffening. "Are you

smirking. "I've always had to protect Jayden from his own naivety. Sometimes that meant making hard decisions. But look at