Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

526 The Ride Home

(Winona)

Lisa stares out the window, chewing on the corner of her nail-something she only does when she's about two seconds away from a full-on meltdown.

The highway stretches out ahead, I can't stop thinking about Logan Bennett. Lance's twin. A walking, talking ghost we never knew existed. I can only imagine how rocked Lisa must feel. I grip the steering wheel. "You good?"

Lisa lets out a short laugh, but it's hollow. "Define 'good.' Because if it means questioning my entire reality while also wanting to throw myself into traffic, then yeah. I'm fucking great."

I glance at her. "You're not throwing yourself into anything except maybe a bath later with a gallon of wine."

"I think any alcohol now might result in me making myself obnoxious. You know how I get." Lisa stares out her window again.

Then she continues talking. "I seriously thought I was hallucinating, Winona. Like, actual delusions. One minute I'm faking my way through this business gig, the next I'm staring at Lance-except not Lance. And now I have to decide if I want to see him again or just disappear off the grid."

I keep my voice steady, calm. "In Logan's defense, he didn't know he was meeting with someone Lance had a complicated relationship with. He just thought he was meeting the new CEO." "What? New CEO? Isn't he the CEO?"

"No. He's CFO, Lance taught him everything he knew. They both have that same flair for numbers, apparently. Lance set you up as the new CEO. You'd be working hand in hand with Logan..." "Why would he do that?"

I shrug... but then I need to tell her what I really think... "Honestly? I wonder if he was trying to give you what he couldn't. Logan seems way more emotionally available than Lance ever was. How do you think you're going to handle this all now?" She shakes her head. "No clue. Maybe fake my own death? That could work."

I smirk. "Nah, too much of a diva. You can't lay low for a day. The rest of your life would be impossible."

But I'm not ready to face Logan again, not yet. I need time to

played his cards close. He loved a

real life. He chose to not be a part of our lives any longer. It doesn't seem fair that he can still affect us so much. It's

before I say, "maybe the USB has

fingers curling into a fist on her lap. "Yeah.

her jaw.

And I don't want to. Especially if he's announcing that he's some kind of hero by handing me his twin on a silver platter. I don't want emotionally available Lance, I wanted Lance, warts and all." "I mean,

course it's what he was

that easy. I mean Logan

a completely different person. You don't have to feel obligated or grateful. But I do hope you at least give

go. Lance was

Got me and

on with a carbon copy of him.

that's what

for emotional availability I could have

sorry this has worked out so

I don't like being on the receiving end. That USB can stay where it is." "Whatever's on there," I say carefully, "it's

me, her lips pressing together. "I know. I just...

there's something she isn't telling me. Maybe she has watched it and it's too hard to talk

her

"You know, I wish Lance left me something cool in his will. Like a fleet of yachts, or a stash of secret diamonds, or maybe a tropical