Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 451

(Jayden)

I take a moment to gather myself, wiping away the lingering traces of tears. The kids are gone. Winona is gone.

“I’m going to miss them.”

Cass glances up, her expression softening for a split second before she smirks. “Don’t go all sentimental on me now, Jayden.” She punches me lightly on the arm, but I grab her wrist before she can pull away.

“Enough,” I snap, my tone sharp. Her eyes widen, but I don’t let go. “We’re going to talk. Now.”

“Talk about what?” she mutters, trying to sound defiant, but I can see the cracks in her armor.

“Everything,” I say flatly. “Not here. Come on.”

I stand and motion for her to follow me. Reluctantly, she gets up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. I lead her out of the lounge and through the quiet airport corridors to the private exit where Viktor waits by the car.

He’s leaning against the side, his sharp eyes scanning the area like a hawk.

“Cass, meet Viktor,” I say, opening the car door.

Her eyes narrow as she looks him up and down. “So, you’re the infamous Viktor. Winona mentioned you.”

Viktor smirks faintly, but his gaze stays locked on her. “And you’re Cass. The one who stirs up trouble wherever she goes.”

She bristles instantly. “Excuse me?”

“Get in,” I interrupt, stepping between them. “Both of you.”

Cass slides into the car, grumbling under her breath, and I follow. Viktor gets in last, his presence looming as he settles into the driver’s seat.

Once we’re moving, I turn to Cass. “Start talking. And don’t leave anything out because I’ve already had a call from Gus.”

She glares at me, her defiance flaring back to life. “What exactly does Gus know?”

“That some crap went down over drugs,” I say. “Winona said you’d been using again, but Gus said you’d been missing for weeks. Winona was worried. I want the truth, Cass.”

Her body tenses, and for a moment, I think she’s going to fight me on this. But then she exhales sharply, leaning back against the seat. “Fine. You want the truth? Here it is.”

She pauses, her gaze fixed on the window. “I owed Mia money. I didn’t have it, so I started selling for her to pay it off. Pills, mostly. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal—just enough to clear my debt.”

Viktor’s gaze flicks to the rearview mirror, his expression darkening.

“But then, one night, this guy wanted more pills than I had on me,” Cass continues, her voice steady but strained. “He got pissed, accused me of holding out on him. Said I was wasting his time.”

“And were you holding out on him?”

Cass shrugs. “I needed some insurance.”