All Chapters of Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

(Winona)“Girl, you’re killing me,” Lisa says, sliding the cocktail over to me with a smirk.I take a drink and shrug.“You’re seriously trying to act all chill about this? Like, ‘Oh, I’m not even sure I’ll go through with it’? Come on, Winona, you’ve got a hall pass. Do you know how rare that is? It's like finding a damn unicorn.”“Yeah well, when it seems too good to be true, it probably is. I can’t believe that Jayden won’t have a problem with it later on.” I don’t want to set off world war three.“It’s not like he has to know.”“What if he asks me?”“You’re under no obligation to tell him anything.”“What if he says he regrets the decision?”“If he does, it’s his problem. You’ve been honest. He doesn’t own you.”I take another sip, the alcohol smooth but strong enough to warm me from the inside out. “Maybe but it’s also not compulsory,” I shoot back, my lips curving into a small smile.Lisa raises an eyebrow, swirling the ice in her glass. “It is compulsory. And I’m telling you ri

(Winona)I push the door open to Lisa’s apartment, the morning light already way too harsh. I’ve got my sunglasses on, but I’m still squinting like a vampire.My dress from last night clings in all the wrong places, and my hair?Let’s just say it’s seen better days. So have my insides which are currently mush. I’m aching and throbbing in places I forgot I had.I step in, trying to act like I’m fine, but Lisa’s already clocked me from the couch. She’s lounging in her PJs, sipping coffee like she’s waiting for the latest gossip.Which, of course, she is.“Well, look who finally decided to show up!” she calls out, her tone dripping with amusement. “Walk of shame queen!”I roll my eyes, tossing my bag onto the kitchen counter. “Don’t start.”“Oh, honey, I’m just getting started.” She sets her coffee down, eyes twinkling. “You’re still in the same dress, your hair looks like you just rolled out of a very busy bed, and you’re walking like you’ve ridden a wild stallion. Spill!”I laugh, shak

(Winona)I’m lying on Lisa’s couch, scrolling through my phone, when Lisa bursts through the door.“Oh. Look who’s not at work,” Lisa says, kicking off her heels and tossing her bag onto the chair. “What gives? You could have come to lunch with the girls.”I glance up, raising an eyebrow. “Took the week off. Figured I deserved a break before the wedding.”“Is that the only reason?” She stares at me, smirking like she’s onto something. “You avoiding anyone in particular, maybe?”I sit up and stretch. “Nope. Just thought it’d be nice to have a week to focus on the wedding, not stress about work and free myself up to be with the kids.”Lisa drops down on the floor in front of me, crossing her legs. “Mmm-hmm. You sure? Because Lance called me earlier, and guess what he said.”I sigh, the in-house gossip is as strong as ever. “What?”“He said Phillip mentioned seeing you at the club Sunday night,” she says. “Was he? Phillip wasn’t there when I was there.”I keep my face neutral. “Yeah, I s

(Winona)“Mommy, can you help with my doll’s house after dinner?” Abby asks, her voice innocent and sweet. I smile at her, nodding.“Of course, Sweetie.”Jayden catches my eye across the table, and I can see the flicker of something in his gaze. I know him well enough to know that this conversation about Phillip will happen and it probably won’t be easy.After dinner, I help Abby and tuck her into bed, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. I do the rounds and chat with Bobby and Sarah before saying goodnight. I check back in on Abby. She’s dozed off.I take a minute to be thankful for her health lately. Her heart checkups have all been great.I head back to the living room where Jayden’s waiting. He’s sitting on the couch, his arms crossed, his face set in that tight, unreadable expression he uses when he’s pissed but trying not to show it.I sit down next to him, but there’s a gulf between us. It feels like miles.“So,” he says, breaking the silence. His voice is calm, too calm. “P

(Cass)Gabriel’s outside on the balcony, pacing back and forth on another phone call, probably arguing with someone about business. He’s been on edge ever since dinner last night, and I’m starting to feel the strain.There a knock on the suite door. Maybe Gabriel ordered room service. I open it to see Gus standing there.“Gus,” I say, surprised to see him. “What’s up?”“I’m heading back to the U.S. soon,” he says. “I have some urgent business to take care of. Just wanted to check in on you before I left.”I raise an eyebrow. Why’s he suddenly acting all protective? This smells of Winona sending him to check up on me. Honestly, they think I’m ten years old.“I’m fine,” I say, forcing a smile. “Gabriel and I are heading back on Friday. I’ll be there for Winona’s hen’s night.”Gus nods. “Alright,” he says slowly. “But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”“I know Winona sent you, so you can tell her I’m just fine.”“Take this anyway.” He hands me a small card with his number