Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

486 She’s Okay

(Cass)

I pace the estate office, Viktor's phone pressed tightly to my ear. Viktor leans against the desk, his arms crossed, the picture of calm professionalism.

Good. I want to ignore the way he held me earlier, like I actually mattered to him.

He's trained to say the right things to defuse situations. That's all it was.

Jayden picks up, his voice tense but steady. "Cass. She's okay. I mean, she's in an induced coma for a few days but she's okay."

"Thank God!" I say, my voice cracking. I can't stop the tremble in my hands. "Are you with her still?"

"Yes," he says, and I let out a shaky breath. "The head wound is under control, the coma is to wait for the swelling and her blood pressure to go down. But she is going to get through this." "What about the baby?"

"No," he cuts me off sharply. "Just positive talk. She's strong. They both are."

His voice softens, and I realize how much he's struggling to hold it together. It's so unlike him to sound vulnerable.

"I'm coming home..."

"Wait, you can tell her. I'll put you on speaker. I need the bathroom anyway."

"Too much information, Jayden."

I know she'd

hell out of me, you know that? But I'm

trying to

as this dinner is over tomorrow night. I can tell you all about my amazing Canape. I'll make it for you." I glance at Viktor, who gives me a

see the kids and take care of you a little. Hah! You're going to hate that. But too bad. I'm

says again, his voice steady. "The kids are coming tomorrow. I think having them around

her entertained. Careful though, you might wake up with permanent marker eyebrows and a moustache." I give a small laugh. Jayden speaks again. "Cass... thank you for acting so fast. You and Viktor. The

sting my eyes, but I blink them

and the raw emotion in his voice

until I get there, okay? Viktor wants

"Bye."

to Viktor. "Jayden, everything is running smoothly at Nexus Global. I'll update more

He disconnects the call.

better get some sleep," Viktor says,

on him, my emotions boiling over. "Stop it. Stop running my life. Sure you were nice to me just now, I get it. It's your job. But just stop acting like my damn

he

me right now," I snap fabbing a finger in his direction. "I know what this is. You're trained to handle difficult people like

shifts slightly, a muscle ticking in

cross my arms,

he says, his tone suddenly brisk. "Just be ready