Semua Bab Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband: Bab 501 - Bab 510

(Cass)I spin to see Viktor striding toward us, his expression impassive, his massive shoulders squared. His black jacket and dark jeans make him look even more formidable than usual. Gabriel steps back, but there’s a subtle challenge in the way he straightens his posture.“What are you doing here?” I ask, surprised. “Business,” he says curtly, his razor-blue eyes flicking to Gabriel for a brief second before landing back on me. “I need to speak with Jayden. Is he still in the Brennan Wing?” Of course, business. This is a coincidence. “No. He’s in intensive care ward with Winona. It’s limited visitors but one of the nurses will let him know you’re there.” “I was just checking in on Cass, and Winona myself” Gabriel says smoothly, his tone polite but pointed. “How considerate,” Viktor replies, his voice cold. The tension between them is so thick I could cut it with a knife. I’m caught between a molten meteorite and one iceberg king, and I’m the shiny object they both want to prot

(Winona) “Dr Harris will be with you soon. How are your pain levels?”“It’s okay. A dull ache at most.” Physically anyway.She finishes fluffing the pillows behind me and checks the monitors one last time. “I’ll make a note for the doctor.”I nod.My hand covers my stomach. There’s no baby anymore. No heartbeat to wait for. Just a dull ache where hope used to be. I hear the door click open. I look over but it isn’t the doctor, it’s Jayden back again.“Can I get a moment with Winona? I won’t be long…” he asks the nurse.“Sure, if it’s okay with Winona.”“It’s fine.” I tell her.“Hey,” he says quietly, walking over to the chair by my bed. “Hey,” I reply. “I’m going to head to the penthouse for a shower and go see the kids, okay?”“More than okay. I feel better knowing you’re with them.”“I don’t want to leave you if you’re not ready.”I shrug. “I’m sore. Empty. Tired.” I pause, my throat tightening. “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel. But I do know we have to push forward

(Lisa)I carry the tray carefully into the room, the smell of generic hospital soup wafting up.Winona’s sitting up in bed. She looks pale but more alert, her eyes flicking toward me as I set the tray down on the small table beside her bed. “Dinner is served,” I announce, gesturing to the soup like I’m unveiling a five-star meal. “Courtesy of the world-renowned Hospital Cafeteria. I am willing to risk my life and my palate eating this with you.” Winona lets out a faint laugh, the sound weak but genuine. “You’re a true hero, Lisa. Braving the wilds of hospital dining for me.” “You’d better appreciate it,” I say, as I sit beside her again. “I even got crackers. They didn’t come with the soup, so I had to charm the grumpy lady at the counter. She now thinks I’m a struggling single mom of five kids, so you owe me.” Winona raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Five kids? Really?” “Hey, I panicked, okay? She looked like the kind of person who gives you the stink eye fo

(Cass)The smell of mildew hits me the moment I open the door to my tiny apartment. My stomach churns as I step inside, taking in the chaos left behind. Furniture overturned, drawers yanked open, and everything I once owned strewn across the floor like a crime scene.I should clean this place up and sell it. But letting it go is harder than I imagined. It’s what I bought with money from Mom, to start my new life. To be the person she always believed I’d be.That worked well, didn’t it?I drag myself out of the downward funk, this time I’ll make good.I swallow hard, gripping the strap of my duffel bag. It’s been months since I fled this place, running from my own disasters. Part of me wonders why I came back at all.But I know it’s because it’s all I have left of Mom—her money barely stretched far enough to buy this shoebox, but it was something of my own. My tiny sanctuary.I drop my bag on the only chair still upright and let out a shaky breath. “Okay, Cass,” I mutter to myself. “Le

(Jayden)Gus steps out, his posture as straight as ever, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings like he’s still in charge of the world. He looks older—more weathered—but there’s still that unmistakable aura about him.The one that tells you he’s better off as your friend than your enemy.I climb out of the car, my leather boots crunching against the gravel as I approach him. Viktor lingers by the driver’s side, watching, his face as stoic as ever. Not even a hint of a smile. “Jayden,” Gus greets me, his voice steady, calm, as if he’s walking out of a board meeting instead of a federal prison. “I didn’t expect you.”“Gus,” I reply, my tone neutral. I’m not playing doting son. There’s too much history, too much unresolved. “How was the hospitality?” A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. “Let’s just say I’ve had better accommodations.” Viktor steps forward, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Let’s not linger.”“Very well.” Gus moves towards the car.I follow and get into the