Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 124

Winter’s hand started shaking so hard with anger that her phone almost slipped out of her grip. Zac’s warm, broad hand slid under hers and steadied it.

“Winnie?”

She looked up at Zac. His expression was openly worried. Her mind went blank, but humiliation burned in her chest.

She forced the lump in her throat down. “Zac, I have to go. I have something to handle.”

No. They couldn’t tear it down. Not that treehouse.

If it had collapsed in a storm after all these years, she might have accepted it. But not like this. Not with Skyla ordering it destroyed.

She wasn’t going to stand by and watch Skyla do it.

Last night, Mrs. Xander Sr. had asked what she wanted included in the divorce agreement. Winter didn’t want money. She did not want anything else. She only wanted Westbury back.

Mrs. Xander Sr. had immediately told Mr. White to have someone draft the paperwork. Later, Chris came into the room. Mrs. Xander Sr. was probably trying to make him sign.

But Mrs. Xander Sr. hadn’t mentioned it once today. That meant even Mrs. Xander Sr. might not be able

to force Chris to give in.

Winter drove straight toward Westbury.

Tears flooded her eyes. A helpless, lonely feeling wrapped around her so tightly she could barely breathe. She gripped the steering wheel, but her hands felt weak anyway. Even her teeth wouldn’t stop chattering.

Then a small white kitten darted out of the bushes.

It didn’t even look up. It trotted right into the road, tail swinging.

Winter’s blood went cold. Her heart clenched. She yanked the wheel and slammed on the brakes.

The tires shrieked.

Her head snapped to the side and hit the door.

The kitten let out a tiny cry and scrambled back into the bushes.

Behind her, a Maybach stopped hard.

Zac jumped out, his face gone white. He slammed the door and ran toward her, his steps unsteady.

He reached her car and pounded on the window. “Winnie! Winnie!”

He checked her arms and legs. Other than a bruise forming at her temple, mostly hidden by her hair, she didn’t seem to be hurt anywhere else.

Winter’s awareness slowly returned. She opened her eyes, unfocused, and stared at him.

Relief finally crossed Zac’s face, but he still looked shaken. His hands stayed tense against her cheeks as he stared at her like he couldn’t let himself look away.

He lifted her out of the car and carried her toward the Maybach behind them.

In his arms, her fingers suddenly clenched in his shirt.

Zac stopped and looked down at her. Color had started to return to her face. His voice stayed gentle and steady. “It’s okay. You’re probably just a little dazed. Maybe a mild concussion. You need to rest. I’m taking you home.”

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