Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

523 Advice

(Mia)

Gus walks through the living room slowly, his gaze flicking over the ornate furnishings, the heavy curtains, the marble-topped tables.

His fingers trail along the edge of a sideboard, and for a moment, he looks lost in thought.

"You okay?"

He glances at me. "It's strange being here without her and having all her stuff still here. I'll see that it's all collected. There's some valuable pieces here."

"Judy's gone," I say bluntly, shrugging my shoulders. "You'll have to get used to it. This place is part of Brennan Industries now, I believe."

His mouth tightens, and he doesn't respond. Instead, he turns his attention to the window, looking out at the street below. I don't know what he's thinking, and honestly, I don't care. Gus being here isn't my concern-what he wants is. I know he says he's here to pick up Mama, but that doesn't fool me.

"You didn't come here to reminisce," I say. "What do you want?"

He turns back to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I want to know where your grandfather is."

My stomach flips, but I keep my expression neutral. "He's in custody. You know that."

"Don't lie to me, Mia," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You and I both know he's not in custody. So where is he?"

I bristle, lifting my chin. "How should I know? I haven't spoken to him since I gave my statement and they arrested him."

Gus steps closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. "You're lying."

my voice wavers, betraying me. I begin to feel deep inside that my grandfather is not the only

my uncle is

a long moment, his gaze cutting through me like a scalpel. "If you're trying to play both sides, Mia, you need to think very carefully about what you're doing. Your grandfather isn't the kind of man you double-cross and walk away from." I force

expression softens slightly, but his voice remains firm. "If you want to survive, you'd better think about who you're siding with. Because if you

enters the room, her smile bright but tentative. She's dressed elegantly, as always, her

Gus as she

shifting instantly. "Of course. I have a wonderful lunch place picked

pauses, patting her pockets. "I forgot my purse. I'll be right back." She disappears down the hall, leaving me alone with

cross my arms, stepping closer to him. "You'd better watch yourself with her," I say quietly,

raises an eyebrow. "And why's

you hurt her, I'll

say, my tone icy. "You might think you're untouchable but remember who my grandfather is. He might be estranged from my mother,

What's your plan? Run back to your grandfather

second that I'll just stand by and let you mess with her. None of us

in

"You're the

And

à outmaneuver your net

you'd better be damo sure you know

I'm doing," I say, my voice steady despite the knot

from where I'm standing, it looks like you're in over your head." He walks

in hand. She smiles at us, oblivious to

to talking with you without

a wonderful lunch. "Mama, do you have your key?" "Yes, Mia. I do thank