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

her breath, and I follow. Viktor gets in last, his presence looming as he

moving, I turn to Cass. "Start talking. And don't leave anything out because I've already had

defiance flaring back to life.

"Winona said you'd been using again, but Gus said you'd been missing for

tenses, and for a moment, I think she's going to fight me on this. But then she exhales sharply, leaning

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

strained. "He got pissed, accused me of holding

"I needed

I shake my head.

a gun on

bubbles just beneath

her breath hitching. "The gun fired; the guy

"You're

him, her eyes blazing. "I don't need your commentary, Viktor. Mind

eyebrow, unimpressed. "Your business is

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

anger simmering but contained. "I grabbed what I could and got the hell out. Sold the last of

"And you didn't think to call for help? Tell

shrugs, avoiding my gaze. "I had no phone. I didn't want to drag anyone else into it. I figured

I snap. "And now you're here, dragging your mess across the

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

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