Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband

(Jayden)

Mother's polished mahogany coffin sits at the front, surrounded by white lilies and roses, a stark contrast to the tumultuous life she lived and the wreckages she caused.

It's just Gus and me. No friends, no extended family. Just the two of us and that was what she wanted. Of course she did, just us two solely focused on her.

Gus sits beside me in shackles, the officers are keeping their distance for now and covering all exits. He's leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his face drawn and pale. He looks like a man carrying the world's regrets on his shoulders. He should be.

I stand up and go forward to place a single rose on top of the coffin. This is it, she's really gone. My emotions are tangled-anger, relief, guilt, and some small, stubborn ache that won't let go. I feel free, and that in itself feels wrong. I go sit next to Gus again.

But she made my adult life Hell and Winona is right, a big part of me won't miss any part of that. I will miss most what I didn't really get, a functional, loving, stable mother.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

I'll miss and grieve what I might have had, what I got as a child too young to comprehend that there is evil in the world.

Unfortunately, that was my mother. Perhaps she did her best with the hand she was dealt. Perhaps she made the wrong choices for the right reasons. But whatever it was, it's over now. And I do feel free.

"She always had a flair for the dramatic," Gus mutters, breaking the silence. "Even now, it feels like she's staging some final act by it being just us here."

"Well, she's gone," I say, my voice flat. "I don't want the ashes. You can decide what happens with them. You knew her the best. I'm sorry for her. Her life could've been so different. I'm sorry she couldn't control her own demons. But I'm not sorry for so many other things." Gus nods. "She was a complicated woman. And she did a lot of wrong. None of that is your fault, Jayden."

I clench my fists at my sides, staring at the polished surface of the coffin. "Complicated? That's one way to describe her, I guess. In the end it was all about winning for her, wanting to be right. Years of manipulation, mind games, and trying to control every aspect of my life. So she could feel like she was winning."

Gus stands slowly, his gaze fixed on me. "She thought she was doing what was best for you."

"Best for me?" I whirl around to face him, my anger boiling over. "You think it was best for me to grow up with Greg? To have her poison every relationship I ever cared about? To pit us against each other like pawns in her twisted game? She didn't care about what was best for me. She cared about winning."

"She did love you," Gus says quietly.

"That's not love," I snap. "That's control. And you let it happen. You stood back and watched while she destroyed everything she touched."

Gus's face hardens. "Don't pretend you know what it was like for me. I had to make choices too, Jayden. Choices that weren't easy. Leaving her wasn't easy. Watching her marry Greg wasn't easy. And yes, I let things happen that I shouldn't have. But don't think for a second that I didn't care."

"Then why didn't you do something?" I demand, my voice rising. "You had all the power, all the resources, and you did nothing."

Gus exhales heavily, running a hand over his face. "Because I was a coward," he admits. "I thought I could make it right from a distance. I thought I could protect you without stepping into the mess myself."

He looks at me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Because for me, it was about winning and being right too. But I was wrong. Very wrong and I'm sorry."

I stare at him, my anger momentarily eclipsed by the raw honesty in his voice.

His tone shifts to something more urgent. "Jayden, I need to ask you something. Brennan Industries—"

Of course, this is why I get the emotional spiel, not because he cares but because he wants something.

"No," I cut him off. "I'm done with that part of my life. I'm signing it over to Greg's Cuban kids and walking away. Let them deal with it. I want no part of it."

"You're making a mistake. I need you at the helm a little longer," Gus says firmly. "That company is key to taking down the smuggling ring. Mia's involvement alone "

"Stop," I snap, my voice sharp. "I

don't care, Gus. This is your fight, not mine. I'm done with the ghosts

of my past. I'm done being a pawn in your game, or Mother's, or anyone else's. I'm living life on my terms now."

Okay, I didn't expect to hear that from myself but I know it feels right. It is right. Winona is right. I need to get the fuck over myself and stop trying to get the win. That is just history repeating itself. I'm done with that. I love Winona, I always have. I love the kids.

"And what does that look like?" Gus challenges, his eyes narrowing.

"It looks like me, my wife, my kids, and a future that doesn't revolve around cleaning up your messes," I fire back. "I've already started making changes at Nexus Global."

"You can try but change doesn't come easy."

"I'm giving the management teams

more autonomy, trusting them to

make decisions without me

micromanaging every step. I'm building something sustainable, something that allows room for loved ones, something that doesn't réquire anyone to sacrifice their family for it."

Gus shakes his head. "You're being naive. Differing opinions, cultural divides in Europe that's a recipe for chaos."

"No, you're wrong," I state. "Family is the universal language. Whatever shape they come in. There is always room for love."

He studies me for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. "You've grown up," he says finally. "You've become your own man."

"Damn right I have," I reply. "And you know what? Im done with you as a businessman too, Gus. If you want to be part of my life, be there for my kids. Be a grandfather. Build memories with them. But if you can't commit to that, then don't bother showing up at all."

Gus's body tenses, and for a moment, I think he's going to argue. But then he nods, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Finally," he says. "I'm proud of you, son. You became the man I should've been."

The words hit harder than I expect, but I don't let it show. I don't need his approval. "As a father, you sure made a brilliant businessman. This is it. No more games. No more fucking crap." He nods, his expression serious.

We watch the coffin lower to go to cremation. It's done.

As Gus walks away, escorted by the police, I feel closure. Real closure.

Judy Brennan is gone, and with her, the chains that have held me back for so long.

"Goodbye, Mother," I whisper as I turn to leave.

And with that, I step out into the sunlight, ready to start the life I've been fighting for.

I have an attic to help clean out.