Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 287

287 The Van Crash 

(Winona) 

The van’s interior feels like a cage. Cold metal presses against my back as I cling to Cass, who’s trembling next to me, her breath coming in shallow gasps. 

Across from us, the man with the gun stares at us, silent and still. 

Like a predator waiting to pounce. 

I scan the guy, desperate to find any sign of the symbol Gus mentioned, something that would give me hope that he’s on our side. 

But there’s nothing. No mark, no subtle hint of trustworthiness–just a cold, empty stare. 

The air between us is heavy with fear and unspoken threats. 

Cass grips my arm tighter, her knuckles white. I can feel the tension in her, the fear radiating off her in waves. I need to do something, say something, to keep her from falling apart completely. 

“Where are we going?” I ask, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest. 

The man shifts, his eyes narrowing. “Shut up,” he snaps, his voice low and dangerous. 

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay calm. This guy’s not going to tell us anything, and I know it. But I need to keep Cass focused, to keep her from spiraling into panic. 

I lean closer to her, whispering in her ear. “Remember when you ran away from Mom’s not so long ago?” 

Cass flinches, glancing up at me, her eyes wide with confusion. But I can see a flicker of recognition. That night–when I found her being threatened by those thugs on the street. 

She’d been so tough then, so determined to fight back, 

“You didn’t know I was going to get you out of that, but we did it.” I whisper. “We got this.” 

“I was fine until you came in all guns blazing.” She gives a small smile. 

Good. She’s still here with me. “You never know when sisters have to save each other. Stay with me. 

She nods. 

The van swerves violently, throwing us both against the side. “Shit.” 

I grip Cass harder, my heart racing as the vehicle jerks and bumps over rough terrain. We’re definitely off- road now, and my stomach twists in knots. 

Something’s not right. 

The thug in with us thumps on the front as if silently telling the driver to slow down. 

But he doesn’t. What’s happening? 

Do they know they are being tracked? 

The van jolts again, harder this time, as we hit what feels like a deep rut. Cass gasps, her fingers digging 

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287 The Man Crach 

into my arm. I glance at the man across from us, 

He looks tense but he’s still stone–faced, still gripping the gun like it’s an extension of himself. 

And then, without warning, everything goes sideways–terally. 

The van flips. 

It’s hard to understand, it happens so fast but I think we’re rolling. 

One second, I’m gripping Cass, the next, I’m weightless, my body tumbling through the air as the world spins out of control. My head slams against the side of the van, pain exploding behind my eyes. 

We are rolling, flipping over and over, metal screeching, glass shattering, bodies crashing into one 

another. 

Cass screams as we’re tossed around like ragdolls. I catch a glimpse of the man, his body slamming into the roof, the gun slipping from his hand. 

Everything is a blur of pain, noise, and chaos. 

His head is near my foot and I lash out at him with the heel of my boot. 

The van comes to a jarring stop, landing on its side with a bone–rattling crash. I’m on the floor, tangled in a mess of limbs, metal, and broken glass. 

My head is spinning, my vision blurred, but I force myself to move. 

I think I’m okay. I need to check Cass. 

I scramble to my knees, my body aching from the impact. The man is slumped against the wall, unconscious. His gun is lying just a few inches away from him. 

He’s either out cold or he’s dead. 

He doesn’t move. I grab the gun, holding it against my body, my heart racing as I get closer to Cass. 

“Cass!” I whisper, my voice hoarse. She’s lying against the wall, her face pale, blood trickling from a nasty gash on her forehead. “Cass, are you okay?” 

She groans, her eyes fluttering open. “Win…” 

“I’m here,” I say, reaching for her, pressing my hand to her cheek. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.” 

Cass winces, her hand coming up to touch the blood on her forehead. “I don’t feel okay.”