Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

540 A Lock and a Warning

(Mia)

The key doesn't turn.

I frown, twisting it harder, but the lock won't budge. I jiggle it, my pulse kicking up.

What the hell?

I step back, staring at the door of Cass's old apartment like it's personally betrayed me. She left here months ago, so there's no reason she should've changed the locks.

I know she's back in Brussels now and as far as I can see she never came near the place while she was back.

Unless she somehow knows I've been using it. Maybe Gus found out and tipped her off.

A chill creeps down my spine, but I shove it down. It's coincidence.

This is probably just a landlord thing. A random maintenance update.

But still. I know how this looks. I know how it will look to grandfather and I'm meeting him here before he leaves this city.

Behind me, footsteps echo through the dimly lit hallway. Slow. Measured. Unhurried.

I don't have to turn around to know who it is.

"Problem, mija?"

Don Alejandro's voice slides over me like oil-smooth, but suffocating.

I inhale slowly, plastering on a calm expression before facing him. He looks the same as always-immaculate suit, sharp eyes, the kind of presence that fills a room without trying. "Locks have been changed," I say, slipping the key back into my purse. "I guess it was inevitable."

His gaze flicks to the door, then back to me, unreadable. "Interesting."

doesn't. I hate his silence. It's far more dangerous than

issue. I'll find another place for

back. "No need. I'm leaving this city. I need to lay

stop myself from exhaling

the locks

his gaze. "Possible but why would she do that now, after all

"Exactly."

"Coincidences happen."

learned by now-coincidences are a fool's comfort. I don't believe in them." A chill snakes down my spine, but I don't let it show. "What

it holds the answer. "That your

"How?"

Maybe someone else told her. I don't know but I do intend to

voice is smooth, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. He never sounds like the most wanted man in the world fleeing from a

for you and for anyone close to you. If you care about those you

off the streets who have a better life now. Kids who've grown, built families and are part of a community. People who owe

but it doesn't reach his eyes. "You always were clever, Mia. And yet, you don't seem to want to consider the possibility that your little hideaway isn't so

the door again. "It could be a routine maintenance thing

are acting right now. Perhaps she knows exactly what you've been using this place for. Perhaps... you are protecting her because

my keys back into my purse. "Cass hates me. The

me. Then he steps forward, slow and deliberate. "If Cass

it makes my stomach twist. She was my first real friend. I shouldn't have let that happen, but I did. We can't be

don't think

curves slightly. "So protective of a girl who has no loyalty to you. Tell me, Mia, do you believe

to. I know she

reaching out to brush a hand down my arm. It's meant to be

and

your friend. Not really. Blood is stronger. Family is everything. You know I will look out for you," he murmurs. "Just

a nod, swallowing past

someone near her in Brussels," he says lightly.

big for their