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."

come out of prison to

"If this is about Alejandro and his network, I want no part of it. I've got enough on my plate without

Gus says, his voice measured. "I'm not here to pull you into anything. I'll handle Alejandro. You focus on

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

"Nexus isn't mine anymore, Jayden. It's

You ran

now it's yours," Gus says firmly. "You've already made it something bigger, something better.

to let go. You've been chasing Don Alejandro for decades. When

down. Who the hell do you

eyes are cold and

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

the penthouse's underground parking, and I

at home. I spend my evenings with the kids at the farmhouse.

open and we all step

wing is down the hall," I say, gesturing toward

compared to where I've been lately. I appreciate your hospitality,"

I pour myself a stiff drink.

doesn't sit. "You okay?" he

my glass up, then immediately regret taking my mood out on Viktor.

handle himself. You're not responsible for

I say quietly.

baby. It's... everything." I stop short of saying my best friend having sex with my wife shooting my mother before

sure he gets I mean