Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband

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364 Breaking Bread and Barriers (Winona)

The backyard is alive with laughter and chatter as the grill sizzles away. Jayden stands at the helm, flipping burgers, hot dogs, and skewers of vegetables, while Bobby and the girls dart around, helping where they can.

It's a beautiful scene-warm, welcoming. The large fire is burning well and there are many gathered around it. Some sitting on the many stumps provided as seats and some just standing near the warmth. Everyone is smiling and chatting. I'd gotten some of the bottles of rose from the main house cellar brought down. Not everyone likes beer.

Viktor walks over, holding a beer, his usual stoic expression softened. "I think you've won them over," he says in his deep, accented voice, gesturing toward the staff who are now mingling and laughing, clearly enjoying the meal. "Bobby has really outdone himself. I never would have expected it of him."

"Kids can surprise you if you don't limit them."

I glance around, taking it all in. The chefs have been cooking alongside Jayden who's demonstrated how to perfectly turn a hotdog and had them in peals of laughter.

Now they're sitting with the other staff, enjoying plates piled high with food.

Some of the gardeners have found themselves in charge of refilling the beer coolers, making sure no one's glass stays empty for long.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

In fact there are staff here I've never seen before. Henry is tucked up in his pram sleeping like he's never slept before. It simply couldn't get more perfect. Bobby runs over with a grin. "Mom, they're going through the beer fast. Do we have more?"

I laugh. "I think we'll need to send for reinforcements. Maybe some wine too. Viktor, is there a secret stash here somewhere that isn't worth my first-born child?"

Viktor chuckles. "I'll make a call. I'll have them bring bottles of rosé and a few extra crates of beer. Europeans can drink"

"Also, thanks for today, Viktor. The way you step in to support Jayden, our family. It doesn't go unnoticed. I know it's your job, but I hope we'll also become friends."

Viktor nods and heads off to organize the drinks, I spot a few of the female staff chatting in French I decide to practice my rusty French skills. May as well get some practice in.

I approach the group with a smile. "Excusez-moi, mais.. je veux pratiquer... uh... parler Français avec

vous?"

One of the women, with a warm smile, nods encouragingly. "Bien sûr, madame!"

1 smile, but I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. "Je travaille... avec... la vache?" I meant to say something about working with the team, but the women burst into laughter. 1/3

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"Ali, non, madame! You just said you work with a cow

I blink, then laugh at my mistake, throwing my hands up. "Okay, maybe French isn't my strong suit! But I'm trying."

The staff around me laugh too, and the mood lightens even more. I feel a sense of camaraderie building- language barriers aside, we're all just people enjoying good food and company.

"Je suis désolé," I add with a smile. "I meant to say 'team," not "cow!"

One of the younger women pats my arm. "C'est bien, madame. We understand. You are very kind. We 'elp you remember French."

I take a deep breath, the laughter echoing around us making me feel at ease. "Maybe I should stick to English for now or I'll end up out in the fields with the animals," I joke, but inside, I'm thrilled to be breaking down some of these barriers. It's a small thing, but it feels like a step forward.

As the evening lingers on, everyone is on their third round of food, the rosé and extra beer arrives, and I send a bottle to each of the small groups scattered around the yard. Making sure they all have glasses.

Some prefer beer, but others smile warmly at the offering of wine, toasting us in gratitude.

But then, Hugo arrives.

I see him before anyone else does, his tall, lean figure cutting a sharp contrast to the relaxed atmosphere. He strides toward us, his eyes scanning the scene with barely concealed horror.

I can almost hear his thoughts: This is not how things are done.

"Hugo!" Jayden says, spotting him. "You're just in time. Grab a beer and burger and join us."

Hugo's expression flickers with something close to shock. "Mr. Brennan... this is... highly irregular. These are the crystal glasses. outside. Mixing with the staff like this-"

Viktor, ever the silent observer, steps in, a beer already in his hand. "Relax, Hugo," he says with a rare smile. He pushes the beer toward him. "It's a barbecue. You do know how to relax?"

Hugo takes the beer like it's a foreign object, holding it awkwardly. "I'm here to discuss the upcoming tasks for next week," he says stiffly. "There's much to get done."

Jayden takes a sip of his own drink, nodding. "And we'll get it done, don't worry. But first, take a seat, have a drink. You're part of the team too, Hugo."

Hugo's eyes dart toward me, as if seeking validation that this is all completely inappropriate. I smile and raise my crystal glass of rosé. "To new traditions," I say lightly. "We're all working together, right?" "Take a seat, Hugo." Jayden gives a sweep of his arm.

"On a... a log?"

"Sure. New concept, clothes can be washed." Jayden winks at him.

There's been a definite shift in mood since Hugo arrived. The staff are a little more on edge. They all watch him.

365 The Wise Woman