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."

off, always hovering, always watching, always

Looking after corporate fat cats, black and white outlook

follow me like some creepy-ass stalker?

is stoic, his eyes like ice. "It's

Viktor, you've managed to elevate yourself to the esteemed position of following me a broke, washed-up ex-junkie-through the woods.

jaw tightens, but he doesn't bite. Of course,

he asks, his voice

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 ass and glaring at people

doesn't flinch, doesn't move, he's a goddamn statue. "Your life choices are none of my concern," he says finally, his voice clipped. "Until they become a risk

boss's life with my very existence. You don't know anything

he says, his tone maddeningly

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

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

to let it show. Instead, I let the

have

you're talking

hungry,

to wonder if you'd

de

living in your perfect little world

but there's a flicker in his eyes. Is

I go on, stepping closer, practically in his face now. "You wouldn't

again, his voice steady, calm,

to judge me. You don't know what I've been through. I'm a survivor.

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