Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

483 Breaking Point

(Cass)

"Winona!" I scream into the phone again, but there's only silence. The screen is dark, it's silent. She isn't answering.

"Goddammit, Winona!" I shout, "answer me! Be okay. Answer me..."

I don't want to end the call, she could be... But I have to. I need to call Jayden.

My breath is ragged gasps as I stumble to the kitchen counter, gripping the edge for support. My shaking fingers scroll to Jayden's number.

"Pick up, pick up!" My voice cracks as I pace in a tight circle, clutching the phone to my ear. It rings, and then-voicemail.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I scream, slamming the phone onto the counter so hard it bounces off and hits the floor.

Fuck! It's totaled now.

My chest tightens, panic squeezing my throat. How can I call him, how can I contact Jayden? I grab my jacket and bolt out the door, running as fast as my legs will carry me to the estate. Viktor. He has a another number, one that always gets answered. My lungs are bursting as I run full tilt for the estate, but I don't care. I smash through the estate doors, the staff stop and stare. I hit the office doors, startling Viktor, who is seated at the desk, his head buried in paperwork.

"Cass?" he says sharply, his eyes narrowing in alarm.

my voice raw and trembling. "I

happened?" Viktor is already on his feet, moving

The call was connected but she didn't answer me!" My voice cracks, and I clutch at my chest, trying

grabs his phone and hits

attic? Winona's fallen down the attic stairs. Cass says she didn't answer but the call was still connected. You need to get

nodding tightly. "We'll wait to hear from

mind racing. "I should be there!" I shout. "I shouldn't be here I should be with her!" "Jayden's close, ten minutes away," Viktor says firmly. "He was already on his way there, and he's calling 911.

be there!" I scream, turning on him and pounding my fists against his chest. "She's my sister, Viktor! I should've been there for her, not here wasting time on a

my fists we

frantic.

not harsh. "Cass, stop," he says, his

stop!" cry, yanking my

the desk. I grab a stack of papers and fling them across the room. "I need to stop feeling this way! I can't-"grab a small

the room. I can't

object. He grabs me by the shoulders, holding me steady as I try

can't stop!" I

my face. "This

To stop the feelings, to stop my mind from doing this! I'm a failure! I ruin everything! The world