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."

elaborate, but he doesn't. I hate his

find another

need. I'm

from exhaling in relief.

had the locks changed?" he

but why would she do that now,

"Exactly."

"Coincidences happen."

as if disappointed. "You should have learned by now-coincidences are a fool's comfort. I don't believe

turns, examining the door like it holds the answer. "That your little

"How?"

someone else told her. I don't know but

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

he's created. A web loyal to him because to not be, means death for

ready to do his bidding. Kids picked off the streets who have a better life now. Kids who've grown, built

you don't seem to want to consider the possibility that your little hideaway

swallow hard, glancing at the door again. "It could

you are acting right now. Perhaps she knows exactly what you've

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

deliberate. "If Cass

have let that happen, but I did. We can't be friends anymore, but I don't want her dead either.

don't think

His mouth curves slightly. "So protective of a girl who has no loyalty to you. Tell me, Mia, do you believe she would do the same

answer. I don't have to. I know she would and that's the

my arm. It's

emotions and

is everything. You know

past the lump in my

every flicker of hesitation. "I have someone near her in Brussels," he says

too big