Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 272

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272 Hall Pass Done 

(Winona) 

The sun creeps in through the drapes, harsh and uninvited. My head feels like it’s been hit with a sledgehammer. My body is heavy with the familiar ache of too much alcohol and dancing. 

And orgasms. 

Okay, maybe too many orgasms aren’t a thing. I know I sure hit my quota. 

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and there’s a twinge deep inside me. I think I crossed every line there is to be crossed. Never say never, I guess. I smile. 

Anyway, it’s done and guess what? I know marrying Jayden is right for me. 

I shift slightly under the soft sheets, taking stock of my week of freedom. 

And as much as I want to forget it, the memory of last night comes crashing back. The drinks, the dancing… Lance, that man, there were women, the things that happened afterwards. 

I groan, pulling the sheet up over my head. My bed is now empty, and for that, I’m grateful. There’s no need to deal with the awkwardness of morning–after conversations. 

No regrets to address, no apologies to make. 

I had fun last night–maybe too much fun–but I know one thing for sure: I’m done with the hall pass. This little experiment is over. 

I rub my temples, trying to shake off the fog in my brain. I need water, coffee, something to kick me back into gear. Cass. I scramble to find my phone and check it. No messages or missed calls. 

Gus‘ comment last night replays in my head–Cass was supposed to be there. She told him she’d be at the hen’s night, and then I get a text saying she changed her flight to go hiking. 

I try calling her again, even though I already know how this is going to go. The phone rings once, twice… voicemail. 

“Cass, it’s me again. Just checking in. Call me when you get this, okay?” I hang up, frowning at the screen. 

The wedding is tomorrow, and her last message said she’d be home tonight. I should just stop being a mother hen. She wants her freedom and she’s been handling life fine really. 

Apart from my concern over Gabriel being older, Cass has been making all the right decisions. 

Gus said they were fine. 

Plenty of people go to Cancun for the first time and plenty of them are just fine. There’s no need to assume anything else. But I am assuming it. For some reason I just can’t let it go. The hen’s night was important to Cass. 

Maybe I can try Gabriel’s phone. But if they are at the same place, he won’t have service either. Still, at 

Jeast I’ve tried. 

But here’s the problem–I don’t have his number. And the only person I can think who does, aside from Cass, is someone I’d rather not talk to. Judy. 

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I stare at my phone, my thumb hovering over her contact info We haven’t spoken about much but Abby Intely I try to keep it to that. I don’t want her knowing anything about me or my life Jayden sure doesn’t 

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But I don’t have a choice. I hit the call button, Bracing myself for whatever fresh hell this is about to unleash 

She picks up on the second ring “Winona,“ „Judy’s voice is cold, clipped What can I do for you? Is Abby okay?” 

“Yes, she’s fine. I need Gabriel’s number 

There’s a pause, and when she speaks again, I can be the suspicion in her voice. “Why?” 

“Because I need to talk to him 

is something wrong?” Judy asks, though her tone is more calculating than concerned 

“No.” I say, frustration creeping into my voice. “Why would you ask that” 

“Gabriel has been difficult lately,” she says, ignoring my request entirely “We’ve had several 

disagreements about the shares. He’s stalling, and I need him to get back on track. He’s ignored my calls since last night. If you’re talking to him, remind him that he needs to 

“Judy,” I cut her off, my patience hanging by a thread. 1 don’t care about your business deals or shares Can you give me his number, or not?” 

There’s another pause, longer this time. Finally, she sighs. Fine. I’ll text it to you. But if you do get in touch with him, tell him to call me. Immediately.” 

“I’m not your messenger,” I snap, before hanging up I don’t have time for her crap, not now 

A moment later, my phone buzzes with a text from Judy–Gabriel’s number. I immediately dial it, pacing the room as I listen to the phone ring 

Ring Ring Ring 

No answer.