Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 340

340 Lunch With Lance 

(Winona) 

I’m at my favorite café, waiting for Lance. After everything with Phillip, I’m hoping this is argument free. The sun is shining, and I’m in control again–at least for now. 

I text Lance to see if he had some time. I may as well get this over with as well. I told him I’m going to Europe at the end of this week. 

The door swings open, and there he is, his easy grin and relaxed posture unchanged. 

“Hey, stranger,” he says, sliding into the chair across from me. “You look like someone who’s just made a big decision.” 

“I have.” I smile, signaling the waiter. “I just told Phillip I’m out. Offer him the business.” 

Lance raises his eyebrows. “Oh, I was talking about Europe. So, the whole business? Just like that?” 

“Just like that.” I shrug. “I’m done, Lance. I’ve been done for a while, but it’s official now. It’s time to move 

on.” 

He smiles, crossing his arms. “Damn. You’ve always had your hand in something. You going to be a kept woman? You know that’s my dream job…” 

I laugh. “Jealous?” 

“Hell yeah.” 

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“Not a kept woman exactly. I have my own bank account you know,” I reply. “But not actively working. I ‘want to focus on my family. That’s what matters now. 

The waiter comes over, and we order lunch. Lance watches me, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. “Cutting ties with Phillip completely though, huh?” 

“Yep, it’s time. Phillip’s working with Judy now at Brennan Industries a lot and that gets in my head. I can’t work with someone I don’t trust.” 

Lance nods. “I get it.” 

“Now, I’m focusing on what matters.” 

“Good for you,” he says, his voice softer. “I’m glad you’re finding your way.” 

We sit in silence for a few moments, but it’s comfortable, familiar. Lance is like that–steady, always there. He’s crazy and unpredictable but that’s the steady part of him. He doesn’t change. 

Finally, he clears his throat, his voice dropping. 

“You know… about hall pass week,” he starts, his tone careful, “I just want to say, I meant what I said. I’m sticking to my word. That night was what it was, and it stays in the past. You can trust me on that.” 

I nod slowly, taking in his words. “I appreciate that. I needed to figure things out, and you were there. But it was a one–time thing.” 

He chuckles softly. “I know. But, for what it’s worth, I’m glad I could be part of that for you. And I’ll never 

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340 Lunch With Lance 

say a word to anyone. You’ve got my silence. It’s already forgotten. I hope I made you feel safe at the 

moment.” 

“You did.” I relax a little, grateful for his honesty and lack of pressure over it. “Thank you for letting me know where we stand. It’s not something I need following me around.” 

Lance leans forward slightly, his voice gentle. “Are you telling Jayden? I just wanna know, in case… you know, he ever needs to process it. I’m not trying to tell you not to, but a heads up would be nice.” 

I shake my head. “No. Jayden and I agreed–that week was for me. It wasn’t about him being jealous or insecure. I’m not hashing out the details. It’s in the past where it can stay.” 

“Good call,” Lance says, nodding. “I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.” 

“We are,” I say firmly. “It’s done, and I’ve moved on.” 

He grins. “Glad to hear it. Anyway, now you’re married, kids and heading off on adventures. You must really feel good about that, you and Jayden both.” 

I smile, feeling the weight of the past lift a little more. “It wasn’t an easy road, but we made it.” 

The food arrives, and for a while, we eat in silence, just enjoying the moment. But as we finish, Lance Jeans forward again, his expression serious. 

“You know, I’m going to miss you both, Winona. You and Jayden living in Belgium, traveling in Europe–it feels like the end of an era. I’m scared we’re really growing up.” He grins. 

I meet his eyes, surprised at the emotion in his voice. 

“You know it’s not forever, right? We’ll be back. And you and I–we’ll always be friends. You take care of Lisa for me.” 

“T’ll try. I think she’s done with my shit at the moment. Can’t blame her,” He says. 

“I’m sure you both will stay friends. You always have.” 

“I know, but it’s different. I can’t imagine my life without her in it, but I can’t cross that relationship bridge either. We’ve all been through so much together. It’s just… I don’t know, it’s weird to think of you and Jayden not being around.” 

I reach across the table, squeezing his hand. “You and Lisa have been my rocks through all of it, Lance. Jayden’s too. And I’m not going to forget that.” 

“But listen, while you’re gone, I’m keeping my eyes and ears open. I work with Judy, but if she pulls any shit while you’re away, you’ll be the first to know.” 

I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I was going to ask, but didn’t know how.” 

He smiles. “You don’t have to ask. You and Jayden are my family. I’ll always have your backs.” 

We get up to leave. Lance pulls me into a tight hug, holding on longer than usual. 

“Go love your life, Winona. Do what makes you happy. Keep my best friend happy. And I’ll be here when you both get back.” 

I smile, hugging him back 1 will. And don’t worry, Lisa will drag you to Europe for a visit.” 

341 The Farm 

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341 The Farm 

(Jayden) 

“We have a little bit of everything here,” Viktor says as we settle at the laden long wooden table. 

“This is all from the farm?” I ask, glancing over at the colorful dishes, the jams, honey, cheeses, and cured meats. Even the bread and butter has the same label. 

“All of it,” Viktor confirms. “The bread is from our grain, milled right here. The honey, the jams, the cheeses -everything comes from what we produce on the land.” 

Klara, Viktor’s mother, balances the baby on her hip while ladling soup into bowls. “I’m a local Doula and I make a range of natural remedies and skin care products. Grow all the herbs myself. 

“I have a five–month–old boy. Henry. He was born very prematurely. But he’s growing stronger.” 

“I’m glad he is. This vegetable soup is from the garden,” she says, handing me a bowl. “No preservatives, no chemicals–just fresh, organic produce.” 

I take a spoonful. It’s rich and earthy, with a depth of flavor I’ve never tasted before. “This is incredible,” I admit, savoring the taste. “You make all of this yourselves?” 

Klara smiles warmly. “We do. Every bit of it.” 

Viktor points over to his sisters who beam with pride. “Agnes and Ilona make all our jams, pickles, cheeses, and honey. They’ve turned the farm’s fresh produce, bees and sheep and goat milk into a profitable business stream. They are twins. 24” 

Ágnes holds up a jar of strawberry jam with a beautifully designed label. “We grow the strawberries, harvest them, and make the jam here. All organic, no artificial anything.” 

I look closer at the jar, noticing the detail in the branding. This label looks professional. Did you have someone design it?” 

“Katalin,” Viktor says, nodding toward the teenage girl at the far end of the table. “She’s our tech expert. Does all the design work and handles the social media and marketing 

Katalin smiles shyly but proudly. “I like making sure everything looks as good as it tastes,” she says, holding up her tablet where she’s working on a new design. 

I nod, impressed. “That’s impressive at your age. You’ve all really got this down to a science.” 

“My brothers, Gábor and Iván.” 

Gábor, the elder, gestures to the cured meats on the table. “I run the livestock side–pigs attle, and poultry. All organic, hormone–free. We cure our own meat, like this pork you’re eating.” 

Iván chimes in, placing a platter of cheeses in front of me. “I manage the dairy side. Cows, goats and sheep give us milk for cheese and yogurt. Eggs, cream and butter.” He gestures to the various dishes 

strewn across the table. 

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I’m in awe. “You do all of this from just twenty hectared?” 

Viktor nods. “We’ve maximized every inch of the farm. We produce all our own power and recycle all the water we can. Nothing goes to waste.” 

“Truly unbelievable.” 

“Krisztián handles the financial side,” Viktor says. 

His brother smiles and explains, “efficiency is key here. Time management, proper use of resources–it’s all part of keeping the farm organic, profitable and sustainable.” 

I glance around the table, taking in everything. “You all seem to have your own roles here. How do you manage to keep everything running smoothly?” 

Krisztián leans forward. “We each know our part, and we trust each other to do what needs to be done.