Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

Chapter 456

456 Oil and Water

(Cass)

It's fine. Really.

I mean, they're paying me double the normal chef rate to do this, and honestly, after everything I've been through, I am lucky to be here.

But as I dump another stack into the industrial washer and catch my reflection in the steel, I can't help but feel I'm clutching at straws.

A letter doesn't mean instant success, I have a long road to get there.

By the time the shift ends, my arms ache, and my stomach growls so loudly it's probably scaring the mice away.

The head chef mutters something about "grit" and "paying dues" when he finally waves me off for the night. They are all butt-hurt over me getting paid more than half of them.

Whatever. I've always been good at keeping my head down and proving people wrong.

The night air hits me like a slap as I step out of the estate's main building. The path to the cottage is dark, and my legs feel like lead with every step. All I want is to collapse on the couch, shove some food in my face, and sleep for a year. But then I hear them.

The deliberate footsteps.

"What, are you waiting to see if I trip on a rock or something?" I snap.

Viktor doesn't reply, just keeps walking at a steady pace.

"Seriously," I say, stopping in my tracks and turning to face him. "Do you have to follow me everywhere? It's not like I'm running off to start a drug cartel in the woods."

always hovering,

he stands for is what I hate. Looking after corporate fat cats, black and

like some creepy-ass stalker? What's the

his eyes

congratulations, Viktor, you've managed to elevate yourself to the esteemed position of following me a broke, washed-up ex-junkie-through the woods. Bet your parents would be so proud." At this point I just want to piss him off as much as I am. It's stupid, but I'm on a

tightens, but he doesn't bite. Of course, he doesn't. He's

he asks, his

spit, stepping closer. "You think you're better than me, don't you? With your suits and your rules and your perfect little world. But let me guess-your big 'job' consists of kissing Jayden's

a goddamn statue. "Your life choices are none of my concern," he says finally, his voice clipped. "Until they become a risk

God forbid I 'risk' your precious boss's life with my very existence. You don't know anything

says,

sound sharp and bitter. "No, you don't. You know what you

into a thin line, but his eyes remain steady on mine. "Mistakes

to let it show. Instead, I let the

don't have

you're talking about.

been hungry, have

wonder if you'd have a

de

living in your perfect little world of rules

a flicker in his eyes. Is it anger?

practically in his face now. "You wouldn't last a day

asks again, his voice steady, calm, like he's reasoning with a tantruming

I snap, my fists clenched. "You don't get to judge me. You don't

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