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.

voice raw and trembling. "I

is already on his feet,

down the stairs, Viktor! The call was connected but she didn't answer me!" My voice cracks, and I clutch at my chest, trying to keep the panic from swallowing me whole. "Jayden went to voicemail and I smashed my

hesitate. He grabs his phone and

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

listens for a moment, nodding tightly. "We'll wait

I pace the room, my 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. He'll handle it." But his calm,

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 stupid fucking canape, not-"My words dissolve into sobs as

him, my fists

frantic.

my wrists, his grip firm but not harsh. "Cass, stop," he says, his voice

cry, yanking

across the room. "I need

continue on my path of destruction around the room. I can't stop smashing up everything I

as I reach for another object. He grabs me by the

can't stop!"

my face. "This

this! I'm a failure! I ruin everything! The world is better off without me! I hate it here. Lance is the lucky one. He's