Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

451 Sorting Out Cass

(Jayden)

I take a moment to gather myself, wiping away the lingering traces of tears. The kids are gone. Winona is gone.

"I'm going to miss them."

Cass glances up, her expression softening for a split second before she smirks. "Don't go all sentimental on me now, Jayden." She punches me lightly on the arm, but I grab her wrist before she can pull away.

"Enough," I snap, my tone sharp. Her eyes widen, but I don't let go. "We're going to talk. Now."

"Talk about what?" she mutters, trying to sound defiant, but I can see the cracks in her armor.

"Everything," I say flatly. "Not here. Come on."

I stand and motion for her to follow me. Reluctantly, she gets up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. I lead her out of the lounge and through the quiet airport corridors to the private exit where Viktor waits by the car. He's leaning against the side, his sharp eyes scanning the area like a hawk.

"Cass, meet Viktor," I say, opening the car door.

Her eyes narrow as she looks him up and down. "So, you're the infamous Viktor. Winona mentioned you."

Viktor smirks faintly, but his gaze stays locked on her. "And you're Cass. The one who stirs up trouble wherever she goes."

She bristles instantly. "Excuse me?"

stepping between them. "Both

and I follow. Viktor gets in last, his presence looming as he settles into

talking. And don't leave anything

glares at me, her defiance flaring back

drugs," I say. "Winona said you'd been using again, but Gus said you'd been missing for weeks. Winona was worried. I want the

But then she exhales sharply, leaning back

her to pay it off. Pills, mostly. It wasn't supposed to be a big deal-just enough to

night, this guy wanted more pills than I had on me," Cass continues, her voice steady but strained. "He got pissed, accused me of holding out on him. Said I was wasting his time." "And were you holding out

shrugs. "I needed some

I shake my head.

gun on me, Jayden. Right there in the alley.

anger bubbles just beneath the surface.

guy, came across us and interrupted. Tried to help me," she pauses, her breath hitching. "The gun fired; the guy

lets out a low whistle. "You're

eyes blazing. "I don't need

an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Your business is

and then keeps talking to me. "I had to lay low and by the time I got back to my apartment to grab

I could and got the hell out. Sold the last of the pills had to buy

you didn't

my gaze. "I had no phone. I didn't want to drag anyone else into

you're here, dragging

clean now," she says firmly, meeting my eyes. "I told you, I'm

be," I say coldly. "Winona doesn't need this stress. It could cost