Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 483

(Cass)

“Winona!” I scream into the phone again, but there’s only silence. The screen is dark, it’s silent. She isn’t answering.

“Goddammit, Winona!” I shout, “answer me! Be okay. Answer me…”

I don’t want to end the call, she could be… But I have to. I need to call Jayden.

My breath is ragged gasps as I stumble to the kitchen counter, gripping the edge for support. My shaking fingers scroll to Jayden’s number.

“Pick up, pick up!” My voice cracks as I pace in a tight circle, clutching the phone to my ear. It rings, and then—voicemail.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream, slamming the phone onto the counter so hard it bounces off and hits the floor.

Fuck! It’s totaled now.

My chest tightens, panic squeezing my throat. How can I call him, how can I contact Jayden? I grab my jacket and bolt out the door, running as fast as my legs will carry me to the estate. Viktor. He has a another number, one that always gets answered.

My lungs are bursting as I run full tilt for the estate, but I don’t care. I smash through the estate doors, the staff stop and stare. I hit the office doors, startling Viktor, who is seated at the desk, his head buried in paperwork.

“Cass?” he says sharply, his eyes narrowing in alarm.

“Get Jayden on the phone!” I shout, my voice raw and trembling. “I know you can. Now!”

“What happened?” Viktor is already on his feet, moving toward me.

“Winona fell! She was on a call with me, showing me the attic—she fell down the stairs, Viktor! The call was connected but she didn’t answer me!” My voice cracks, and I clutch at my chest, trying to keep the panic from swallowing me whole.

“Jayden went to voicemail and I smashed my phone. You have some secret fucking squirrel number to him, don’t you?”

Viktor doesn’t hesitate. He grabs his phone and hits it.

“Jayden, Cass is with me. She was on a call with Winona, showing her an attic? Winona’s fallen down the attic stairs. Cass says she didn’t answer but the call was still connected. You need to get there now.”

He listens for a moment, nodding tightly. “We’ll wait to hear from you.”

As he disconnects, I pace the room, my mind racing. “I should be there!” I shout. “I shouldn’t be here—I should be with her!”