Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 130

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(Judy) 

I sit in the hotel room, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair is disheveled, my eyes red and puffy from lack of sleep and the constant stream of tears. 

Jayden, my son, my only child, lies in a hospital bed fighting for his life. 

For once, I feel utterly powerless. I turn on the shower, letting the steam fill the room, and step under the hot water, hoping it will wash away some of the guilt and fear clinging to me. 

Winona. The name has been a thorn in my side for so long. I’ve never wanted her with Jayden, always believing she wasn’t good enough for him. But now, seeing the way he was willing to give up his life for her during the recent shooting, I’m forced to reevaluate everything.. 

He loves her deeply, and it’s a love that’s unshakeable. As much as it pains me to admit it, perhaps I’ve been wrong. My heart softens a little when I think of Abby, my granddaughter. 

She’s a bright light in this darkness, and I can’t deny the bond I feel with her. Maybe, just maybe, what’s best for Jayden is to be with Winona and Abby if that’s what makes him happy. 

But there’s something else gnawing at me, a dark secret that hangs over my head like a guillotine. Years ago, I orchestrated an accident meant to kill Winona. It was supposed to be her driving that day, not Jayden. Gus knows the truth. 

All I can hope for is that Jayden never finds out. 

After showering and dressing, I hear a knock on my hotel room door. Gus is there, looking as formidable and sexy as ever, his expression a mix of concern and anger. “I should have known you’d know where to find me.” 

“Judy,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “We need to talk.” 

He strides into the room without an invite. 

I close the door behind him knowing it’s pointless to argue. What Gus wants, Gus gets, but then so do I. The moment we’re alone, the floodgates open. 

“This had better not be anything to do with you! Did you send Ashlyn there in the hopes she’d kill Winona?” Gus hisses, his eyes blazing with fury. 

“No. I didn’t realize she was awake. The drugs had worn off but she foxed me and she slipped out.” 

“How did she know where they were?” 

“She’d gotten into Jayden’s office before she left. It was written on a pad.” 

“You almost killed our son in that accident years ago. If you’ve done this, I’ll never forgive you.” 

“No,” I snap back, my own anger rising. “It was supposed to be Winona driving. I didn’t know they’d switch seats. Ashlyn played me as well. I was worried about my life and Jayden’s. I’d never put Jayden in that position again.” 

Gus clenches his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. “I can’t believe a single word that comes 

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out of your mouth, That’s the problem. You were willing to risk Jayden’s life to get rid of Winona before. What’s stopping you from doing that again? What kind of mother does that?” 

“One who was desperate to protect her son from making a huge mistake,” I retort, my voice shaking. “You know how much I’ve always wanted the best for him. Winona was never that. He was born, raised for better things.” 

“And now? Do you still think that way?” Gus challenges, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. His body calling to mine even as we argue. 

I hesitate, my resolve wavering. “I… I don’t know. Seeing him like this, seeing how much he loves her… maybe I was wrong.” 

“Damn right you were wrong,” Gus spits out. “Jayden loves her, and he’d do anything for her. You can’t keep them apart.” 

Gus steps even closer, our faces inches apart. The heat between us, the volatile mix of love and hate, is almost unbearable. 

“You think you can control everything, Judy,” Gus growls. “But you can’t. Jayden’s life isn’t yours to manipulate.” 

“And you think you’re any better?” I fire back, our breaths mingling. “You’ve always been watching us for years, playing your little power games. You’re just as much to blame.” 

The physical proximity is electric, the anger and frustration morphing into something else. The attraction we’ve always fought to avoid surges to the surface. 

Gus grabs my arm, and I don’t pull away. Instead, I lean into the contact, the years of tension between us, the memories of the physical attraction we shared, igniting like a match to gasoline. 

his 

I press my body against him and his mouth is so close to my mouth I can feel his warm breath on my lips. 

“Damn you, Judy,” Gus mutters, his grip tightening as he drags me against. “Why do you always have to make things so complicated?”