Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

532 Unconventional Perfection

(Jayden)

I'm trying not to feel like we're auditioning for the next season of Who Wants to Join the Brennan Circus. And I've already taken two calls from our afternoon shortlist saying they've taken other positions. That leaves two for this afternoon's session.

The first is Eric, a fresh-faced twenty-something with dreadlocks, wearing a tie-dye hoodie and Birkenstocks. He walks in like he's about to lead a yoga retreat, and I immediately have doubts. "Thanks for coming in, Eric," I say, extending a hand.

Eric gives me a two-handed shake and beams. "Namaste, Mr. Brennan. Your aura is very welcoming."

Winona shoots me a look, her eyebrow practically climbing into her hairline.

"I've worked as a live-in nanny for two families," Eric says, his voice calm and measured. "I focus on mindfulness practices for children-teaching them to ground themselves, manage their emotions, and find inner peace." Anne furrows her brow. "And how do you handle structure? Rules? Boundaries?"

Eric tilts his head, thoughtful. "Children don't need rules; they need understanding. I believe, given enough time, they will come to see what they've done wrong and adjust their behavior."

Winona leans back, lips twitching like she's holding back a laugh. "Interesting approach."

When Eric leaves, Winona lets out a long breath. "Inner peace? Adjust their approach? With our kids? He'll be eaten alive."

Anne laughs. "By breakfast time."

The next candidate glides in, and she's impossible to miss. Claudia is tall, curvy, with platinum blond hair. Her crimson dress hugs every inch of her body like it was painted on.

Her stilettos click against the wooden floor, and her smile is almost as dazzling as her cleavage, both aimed squarely at me.

"Mr. Brennan," Claudia purrs, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Winona clears her throat loudly, drawing Claudia's attention. "And Mrs. Brennan. A pleasure, of course," Claudia adds with less enthusiasm.

As we dive into questions, Claudia leans forward, her gaze locked on mine, her voice oozing with charm. "I believe children thrive with a nurturing presence. And I'm excellent at providing... personal attention."

I can feel Winona's eyes burning into the side of my face, but I keep my expression neutral. "That's an important quality," I say seriously while waiting for Winona's slap up the side of my head.

hair over her shoulder. "Perhaps I could

at Winona. I shouldn't goad her, but this process is

into a tight smile.

finally leaves, I exhale, leaning back in my chair. "She's got a lot of assets to consider," I

assets came in the door five minutes before the rest of her did. She's out,"

Anne stifles a laugh.

think we should give her another interview." I grin at her.

her eyes. "This is a nanny search, not an audition for The Real Housewives of Brennan Acres. Now stop teasing me and let's get down to

look over this morning's list again or make a new list for another

have to get

Winona starts to clean

says and heads

and stretching. "Well,

Anne

find

the dishwasher. "We'll

Might take a

let

meantime,

as needed." belongs

when we get another

back, Henry squirming in her arms. "It's way too quiet. Where

frowns, glancing out the back door. "They were in

all rush out to the backyard.

Winona

No answer.

though my chest tightens with every passing second of silence. "They know better than to go into the wooded

line, faint laughter carries through

sound, pushing through the brush until we