Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

448 A Letter to Impress

(Cass)

Henry's little giggles fill the room as I kneel on the floor, arms wide open. "Come here, you big guy!" I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but damn, my throat feels tight seeing how much he's grown.

He crawls over, with his big grin. He remembers me, and that makes me feel good. I know it's only been a few months but he's only an infant.

I scoop him up, hugging him close as his baby scent fills my nose. It's like a mix of milk and sunshine, and it nearly wrecks me.

"Look at you, Henry," I whisper. "You're so big now."

He grabs my hair with his tiny hands, giggling. His face is brighter than I remember, more expressive. It's like I've missed a lifetime in just a few months.

Winona leans back, crossing her arms. "So, what's your plan now that you're here?"

I shrug, leaning against the couch. "Find work. Maybe I'll need a car when I get work. I have this." I pull out the envelope Thierry gave me and place it on the table.

"What's that?" Winona asks, picking it up but not opening it.

"A letter from the last chef I worked for. He said it'd help me get a job."

Winona looks at me skeptically, turning the envelope in her hands. "Cass, no offense, but wasn't this guy from some tiny village pub?"

"Yeah."

"So, how much pull do you think his letter will have?"

much, but he seemed confident. Said I had 'potential,' or whatever. Figured it's more than I

letter against her palm, her expression softening. "Well, the chefs at the estate are top-tier. I'm sure they could use some help in the meantime. Test the letter out." "I don't

***

It's massive, a cathedral of stainless steel and pristine white walls, humming

aromas hit me first-bread fresh from the oven, something rich and meaty simmering

she says with a small smile. "Gus

do all these

came up with an idea to turn this into an event place, and tourism. Make it self-sufficient and a training venue

a sore thumb in this world of crisp whites and polished perfection. "Just be yourself," she says, nudging me gently.

I'm not sure what I expect to happen here, but at least

tone polite but firm. "This is my sister, Cass Nolan. She's had experience in kitchens and

of recommendation. I want you to look

resentment," he says, barely

favoritism," I cut in, my voice steady

an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Did

he scans the page, but then, something shifts His eyes

QUMS

has seen this?" he asks, his voice suddenly

I reply,

a group of chefs huddled near the far counter. "You all need to see this," he says, holding

kitchen atmosphere changes entirely. One of the chefs-a woman with silver hair, actually gasps with her hand over her mouth. "You worked for him?" she asks, looking at me like I've just

Winona, who looks

demeanor entirely

"Uh, I worked for

out a short