Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

509 Gus’s Return

(Jayden)

Gus steps out, his posture as straight as ever, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings like he's still in charge of the world. He looks older-more weathered-but there's still that unmistakable aura about him. The one that tells you he's better off as your friend than your enemy.

I climb out of the car, my leather boots crunching against the gravel as I approach him. Viktor lingers by the driver's side, watching, his face as stoic as ever. Not even a hint of a smile. "Jayden," Gus greets me, his voice steady, calm, as if he's walking out of a board meeting instead of a federal prison. "I didn't expect you."

"Gus," I reply, my tone neutral. I'm not playing doting son. There's too much history, too much unresolved. "How was the hospitality?"

A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. "Let's just say I've had better accommodations."

Viktor steps forward, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Let's not linger."

"Very well." Gus moves towards the car.

I follow and get into the back with Gus.

Viktor gets us on the road quickly.

I glance at Gus. He's staring out the window, his expression relaxed. For someone who's just walked out of prison for treason, he doesn't seem rattled.

"So," I say, breaking the silence. "What's next for you, Gus?"

He turns his head slightly, his sharp eyes meeting mine. "One step at a time. First, I need a shower and to get into some new clothes."

"You know I want to know how... involved in all of the smuggling stuff you're going to be? You have a chance to walk away from it for good. Let the feds take it over."

prison to start playing it

no part of it.

not here to pull you into anything. I'll handle Alejandro. You

"Because I'm done. Nexus Global is yours. Take it back. I never wanted it in the

Jayden. It's yours.

demand. "You built it. You ran it. It was your

yours," Gus says firmly. "You've already made it something bigger, something better. I'm not taking

chasing Don Alejandro for decades. When does it end?" "When it's finished," he replies simply. "When he pays for what he's

going to bring him down. Who the hell do you

Gus's eyes are cold

throat, his voice cutting through the tension. "We're

penthouse's underground

"Make yourself at home. I spend my evenings with the kids at the farmhouse. The

open and we all

hall," I say, gesturing toward the guest

been lately. I appreciate

he heads toward the guest suite. I pour myself a stiff drink. No

back, he doesn't sit. "You okay?" he

regret taking my mood out on

You're not

I say

the baby. It's... everything." I stop short of saying my best friend having sex with my

he gets I mean that