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 perfection. And his smile-it's... softer.

to talk and this can't wait

observation. I stifle a grin. I step

in my apartment, eyes scanning over the cluttered kitchen counter, the throw

like it," he says. "Feels... lived in. A little too lived

none of

twitch.

sink onto the couch, motioning for him to take the chair across from me. "Alright, Bennett.

forward, elbows on his knees. "Look, I know the other day was a lot. I didn't expect our new CEO to be someone who

here. I don't need him

I expected he would tell those close to him about finding me. If I had

it matter now? Lance didn't tell any of us about

"I guess I was." He clears

arch a

a hand over his jaw. "The

stiffen. "What

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

are

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

its founder took himself out and a

Logan nods grimly. "Exactly."

it's not just because I'm pregnant. "And what do you expect me to do

him," Logan says,

ever 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

shake my head. "Lance didn't exactly leave us with a nice, tidy explanation, Logan." The USB pops into my head.

A lot of people depend on the work we do in our charities. We can't just walk

explain it away? Tell them he had demons? That he was a self-destructive genius who

watches me carefully.