Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

537 Unfinished Business

(Lisa)

I stare at my phone, half-considering throwing it out the window.

Logan Bennett.

The text sits there, taunting me. Of course he'd have my number on record. But I still wasn't expecting him to flick me a text anytime soon.

Can I stop by? We need to talk.

I want to say no. But it has to be dealt with. I know I have to make a decision.

I'm free tomorrow.

No reply after a few minutes. Whatever. I'm easy either way, buddy.

I sigh, slumping back on my couch. Thanks for reminding me just before bedtime that my entire life is a tangled mess of secrets, unanswered questions, and morning sickness.

I think about the USB. Still untouched in the back of my cupboard. Still part of shit I don't want to deal with. I don't need to deal with whatever is on there. It won't change one thing I'm dealing with now. It can stay in the cupboard.

A sharp knock at the door pulls me out of my spiral. I drag myself up and swing it open.

And there he is.

Same damn face. Same damn eyes.

But different.

"Oh... you meant now? I'm not sure... I mean, it's a little messy in here."

was in the

is a little looser than Lance's ever was, like he cares more about comfort than sharp tailoring. His hair is neat but not styled to

but we need to talk and this can't wait until you're ready to

step aside so he can go past

over the cluttered kitchen counter, the throw blankets that have taken

"Feels... lived in. A little

none of

twitch.

take the

a lot. I didn't expect our new CEO to be someone

unnerving him being here. I don't need him to

your history with him. I expected he would tell those close to him about finding

any of us about you. You, apparently, were his secret

was." He

arch a brow.

rubbing a hand over his jaw.

"What

news about how Lance died, what he there's been serious fallout with

are pulling

are questioning if charities dedicated to mental health, suicide prevention, teen trauma support can be taken seriously when its

"When its founder took himself out and

Logan nods grimly. "Exactly."

because I'm pregnant. "And what do you expect

him,"

could have. You understood him. People need to hear from those who were closest to him. They need to understand why he did what he did. That his work still matters. That it matters more

explanation, Logan." The USB pops into

be serious. A lot of people depend on the work we do in our charities. We

up in front of these people and what? Just explain it away? Tell them he had demons? That he was a self-destructive genius who played God with his own life

me carefully.