Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

462 Making Arrangements

(Jayden)

It's been hours since I walked in on that horror scene, but my mind is still running on adrenaline. The detectives have been and gone, ruling it a straightforward case of murder-suicide.

I'm not sure what to feel about that-relief that it's simple enough to close quickly, or anger that they've already written off Lance's actions and the death of my mother with such cold efficiency.

I push those thoughts aside. There are practical things to handle, and that's where I focus. Emotions can wait.

I sit at the desk in my suite, surrounded by a chaos of papers and my phone. Viktor is dealing with much of it and I know he's going to contact Gus. Cass sits on the arm of the couch, her arms crossed, watching me like a hawk.

I dial my lawyer, leaning back in the chair as I press the phone to my ear. The familiar voice on the other end picks up after a few rings. I know this will have hits all the media outlets by now but I refuse to watch any of it. "Jayden, how can I help?"

I keep my tone calm, detached. "I'm assuming you've seen the news?"

""Yes."

"I need you to contact Mother's lawyer and Lance Collins' lawyer. See if they both have wills. And I need to know what red tape I have to get through to get both the bodies home." Saying that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. "Whatever paperwork is required, I want it expedited."

"Of course. I'll get on it immediately. I'll keep you updated."

"Good," I say simply, hanging up.

"You're calm," Cass observes.

"Staying busy helps," I reply, glancing at her briefly before turning my attention back to the papers in front of me. "There's a lot to organize."

Cass doesn't buy it. "Don't let that fool you, Jayden. You're just stacking everything away for later. When it hits, it's still going to hit hard."

"No time right now. There are things that need to

to go grab us some food and don't

you being here really

bag and

expression as serious as ever. "Gus knows. He

nodding.

back to me earlier. He mentioned that while they've ruled it as straightforward, there's still a formality that might help to the release of the bodies. Something like a note, a recording-anything that

the air, and I feel the blood drain from

The USB.

device sitting on the desk, its presence

can give it to the police,

USB. "I'm not giving this

"No problem."

we all need to eat something and then decide

"What?"

she goes alone. I can

through my hair. "I doubt I can get her to go anyway, but we can

will check in,

London office. have Grayson nailed down and- there'sno one else that was doing the wrong thing, so we can relaunch

"Maybe that can wait."

for long enough. I'm not letting my personal life interfere

"Very well."

TV, my fingers trembling slightly as I

walk away from it

from my lawyer,