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?"

I interrupt, stepping between them. "Both of

the car, grumbling under her breath, and I follow. Viktor gets in last, his presence looming

talking. And don't leave anything out because I've already

me, her defiance flaring back to life. "What exactly does Gus

using again, but Gus said you'd been missing for weeks. Winona was worried.

body tenses, and for a moment, I think she's going to fight me on this. But then she exhales sharply, leaning back against the seat. "Fine. You

her to pay it off. Pills, mostly. It wasn't supposed to be

I had on me," Cass continues, her voice steady but strained. "He got pissed, accused

shrugs. "I needed

I shake my head.

"He pulled a gun on me, Jayden.

just beneath the

interrupted. Tried to help me," she pauses, her breath hitching. "The gun fired; the guy dropped to the ground.

low whistle. "You're lucky you

don't need your commentary, Viktor.

business is

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

what I could and got the hell out. Sold the last of the pills had to buy a one-way ticket to Europe. Worked my way

hand through my hair. "And you didn't think to

I didn't want to drag anyone else

didn't," I snap. "And now you're

my eyes. "I told you, I'm

need this