Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 519

(Cass)

I stride through the penthouse, my stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor with purpose.

I know I look good—stunning, actually. This dress hugs every curve just right, and the deep emerald green makes my eyes pop.

Tonight is about reminding myself that I have a feminine side and I’m not afraid to use it. Gabriel may have been part of my past, but I’m going to show him just how irresistible the present me is.

But as I head towards the elevator, Viktor steps out, his tall frame filling the space and his expression hard as stone. He crosses his arms and plants himself directly in front of the doors.

“Ready for your date then??” he asks, his voice low, almost a growl.

“You know I am,” I reply, refusing to let him intimidate me. “Unless you plan to stand there all night.”

His eyes rake over me, lingering just a second too long on the neckline of my dress before snapping back to my face. “You’re really going out with Gabriel.” It’s not a question.

“Yes, I am.” I tilt my chin up defiantly. “And you’re going to step aside so I don’t keep him waiting.”

He doesn’t move. “Cass, you’re playing with fire. Do not mention what you told us.”

I roll my eyes. “Save the lectures, Viktor. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

He leans closer, his voice dropping. “This isn’t a game.”

“No, but Gus said to go about my normal life. So, I am. Also, none of your business,” I snap, brushing past him to hit the elevator button. “Just stay out of my life, Viktor.”

“We’re leaving tomorrow evening. Be ready.”

“Noted,” I say, turning back to the elevator. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to get to.”

As the elevator doors slide shut, I catch his reflection in the polished metal. He’s still watching me, his fists clenched at his sides.

Good. Let him stew.

***

The restaurant is breathtaking.

Chandeliers cast a soft glow over the room, the clink of crystal and the murmur of conversation creating an ambiance of elegance. Gabriel guides me to our table with his hand in the small of my back.

He pulls out my chair but before I sit he takes my hand and kisses it.

“Cass,” he says. “You look… stunning.”

“Thank you,” I reply, sliding onto the chair as he pushes my chair underneath me. The table is secluded, tucked away behind a partition that offers privacy from prying eyes.

I’ve noticed some very exclusive patrons and it can’t have been cheap to secure this table at short notice.

Gabriel pours wine into my glass, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are sexier than ever,” he says, his voice smooth. “You’ve barely changed at all.”

“Maybe not on the outside,” I say, taking a sip. “But don’t think you know me, Gabriel. I’m not the same girl I used to be.”

“I wouldn’t dare assume,” he replies, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I like the woman I see now.”

The evening flows effortlessly, our conversation a mix of flirtation and nostalgia. Gabriel’s charm is intoxicating, but there’s a new edge to him now—a confidence that wasn’t there before. It’s… thrilling.

By the time dessert arrives, I’m leaning into the warmth of his words, the way his voice wraps around me like a favorite song.

He knows exactly what to say, how to look at me, how to make me feel like the only woman in the world. It's perfect to end my stay here before I go and bury myself in the piles of dirty dishes I know are waiting in Europe.

“Are you happy over there?”