Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 289

289 Out of the Frying Pant 

(Winona) 

The airstrip is abandoned–too quiet, too still. It feels like Gus would have a lot more reassurance for me if these two were working with him. But then they probably are just doing what they’ve always done. 

I edge up to the door they went into, and I work the handle ever so slowly. Can I get it open enough to hear them? Please don’t squeak or creak. Finally, it’s open enough for their voices to float out. 

I strain to make sense of the words. But I can’t. I hear footsteps getting louder though and I quickly close the door and let the handle go. “They’re coming back.” I tell Cass. I see sweat on her forehead again. 

I go to her and brace her. “You okay?” 

“Coming out of this drug isn’t going to be pretty.” 

“You got this, Cass. Just remember. Stay close to me. We cannot get separated.” 

Then Tom reappears, “Come in. There’s a small kitchen through the doorway ahead.” 

“You go, we’ll follow.” I tell him. I don’t want him behind us. 

He leads the way. “You’ll find ration packs, water and a small gas burner.” 

“A bathroom?” 

He nods. “Off the kitchen.” 

“Where will you two be?” 

“In the back room. There’s a radio. Come there if you need anything or if you notice anything suspicious. 

“Right.” Seems legit but I’m still not sure. Cass and I go into the kitchen. It is small. I get a wooden seat and jam it under the door handle to stop them from getting in. 

A dim lantern is burning, and I can see there is only one other doorway, I look in, it’s the bathroom with one small window up high. Okay we’re safe enough holed up in here for now. 

I place the rifle in the corner. 

But I don’t know if I can speak freely, the room could be bugged or there might be a camera even. 

“The bathroom is in there. There’s a basin with running water and a toilet.” I tell Cass. 

Cass leans heavily against the wall, her face pale, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She’s holding it together, but just barely. I can see the tremors in her hands. 

“Go clean up a bit. I’ll find us some food. That will help. 

I pull out a couple of ration packs from the shelf and pour some water into a cup from the plastic jug. 

Here, I s 

softly, handing the cup to Cass. “You need to drink.” 

She takes the cup, but her hands are trembling so much she nearly spills it. I help guide it to her lips, watching her take a few small sips before she heads to the bathroom. 

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” she asks, her voice weak. 

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I shake my head, keeping my voice low as I speak. “I don’t know. Radio said thirty minutes but that might change. You’re doing great, but I need you to hang in there a little longer, okay?” 

She comes back out of the bathroom. I can see she’s splashed some water on her face. Her bandage is still in place. 

I hand her one of the ration packs. “Eat something. Even if it’s just a bite. There’s some dried soup mix. I’ll 

heat it.” 

She opens a cookie and nibbles on it. I take the protein bomb and eat that as I get the soup going on the single burner, 

I watch her eat. She’s scared. Hell, I’m scared, too, but I can’t let her see that. I need to keep her grounded. 

Suddenly, I hear footsteps outside the door. My heart skips a beat, and I instinctively reach for the gun, keeping it low but ready. My fingers tighten around the grip. 

There’s a tap on the door. “You both okay in there?” Tom calls through to us. 

“We’re fine.” I call back. 

The handle rattles slightly, but the chair I wedged under it holds firm. 

“There’s been a delay. Another fifteen minutes.” 

“Okay.” I call back. 

Bullshit. I don’t buy this at all. 

I crouch down beside Cass, keeping my voice soft but firm. “I don’t know for sure,” I admit. “But until we know otherwise, we play along. If they’re with Gus, we’ll be safe soon. If they’re not, we’ll figure out our 

next move.” 

She presses her fingers to her temples, wincing in pain. 

1 feel like I’m losing it,” she whispers. “Like I’m… trapped inside my own head.” 

I kneel down in front of her, keeping my voice steady. “You’re not losing it, Cass. We’re both still here. And I’m not leaving you behind, okay?” 

She nods, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. “Okay,” she says softly.