Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

501 Fire and Ice

(Cass)

I spin to see Viktor striding toward us, his expression impassive, his massive shoulders squared. His black jacket and dark jeans make him look even more formidable than usual. Gabriel steps back, but there's a subtle challenge in the way he straightens his posture.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, surprised.

"Business," he says curtly, his razor-blue eyes flicking to Gabriel for a brief second before landing back on me. "I need to speak with Jayden. Is he still in the Brennan Wing?" Of course, business. This is a coincidence.

"No. He's in intensive care ward with Winona. It's limited visitors but one of the nurses will let him know you're there."

"I was just checking in on Cass, and Winona myself' Gabriel says smoothly, his tone polite but pointed.

"How considerate," Viktor replies, his voice cold.

The tension between them is so thick I could cut it with a knife. I'm caught between a molten meteorite and one iceberg king, and I'm the shiny object they both want to protect or devour.

I get a surge of want inside thinking of the devour part. Far out, Cass, not the time to have a sexual fantasy. Stop. What is wrong with me?

I squeeze my thighs together and concentrate on both of them being here.

I stare at them, my face is burning hot. I'm so useless at this...

The silence hangs because I have no clue what to say and they are just glaring each other down like I'm the Holy Grail. I need to get out of here.

steps back in with her usual tact-or lack thereof. "Well, this is awkward," she says, throwing her hands up. "Cass, should I go get popcorn, or do you want me to stay and referee?" They turn their attention to Lisa

rubs her

have a date to get ready for," I

date?" Gabriel

staring him down. "It's none of

it was. None of yours

some damn trophy for them to compete

her toward the car, not bothering to

on me, though, burning holes into my

the car and pulling out of the lot,

that intense, or is

and ice, aren't they? Lucky bitch." I groan, leaning my head back against the seat. "This isn't a romance novel, Lisa. It's my life. And it's feeling like

shrugs. "So, what are you

snap. Then I

I sound.

deal with this right now. Not with everything going on with Winona. And honestly... I don't want to hurt

your age, I'd have a very clear 'why choose' attitude. Just

at her, horrified. "You can't be serious." But something

men clearly into you. There's no rule that says you have to pick one or either of them. Do what makes

don't. It's

words hang in the air, and for a moment, I let myself imagine it. Letting go of all the

crashes back