Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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28 Miracle Memories (Jayden)

I made it to the elevator before I had to grab my head from the searing pain now tearing through my mind. Emotions are eating me up from the inside and all I can feel is despair and heartbreak. Miracle baby, miracle baby the words scream around my mind.

"Winona! Let me see her. What's wrong. I swear I'll rip this fucking place apart if someone doesn't let me see her." I'm being held back by two bulky security men

Doctor Green is talking to me calmly. "Mr. Brennan. You cannot come to see her unless you calm down."

I suck in a breath, steel myself to stay calm and shake off the hands gripping my arms. "Alright, alright. Sorry. I just... is Winona going to be okay?"

"Mr. Brennan....Jayden...she will be okay in time. Right now, her emotional state is on the edge of breakdown. You need to be strong for her. You need to be calm. You cannot lose it in there like this." I take another deep breath. "Okay, Doc. I got this. Take me into her, she needs me."

Dr. Green walks me into the ward and into Winona's bedside. She's all huddled up on the bed, rocking back and forth. Her eyes are swollen and red and she still has blood going into her.

I stare a

at the doctor and he grips my upper arm for a second and nods his head.

I sit on the bed next to her.

start

want

is a memory. For the first time, I'm certain. The sharp pain in my head continues. I step out of the

baby, Jayden. But

close into my lap as the emotions tore through her again. "I'm so

We both were. But this news caused something inside me

park. I never had that kind of father. A loving, supportive, love you anyway, kind of father. Abby isn't my child. Even if she is biologically, I'm not emotionally equipped to be a real father to her. I don't even remember who I am. I need to let her live her life. Phillip is a good

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a strict-never there-sick of all your shit type of father. Even though my shit was barely seen and definitely not heard by him. But it seemed he hated me just for being

man and tried to do everything I could to rebel against his ideas. To not be the type

wanted that divorce. I see that as the CEO of the Brennan empire, I could be every bit as ruthless and cold as

died that same year. That year I almost became a father myself. The year I turned my back on my Brennan Industries, on my mother,

She loved me, she loved who I was, even if I was far from perfect. She made me a

been diagnosed with advanced endometriosis. Getting pregnant would be almost impossible. They'd given her surgery

chance of her falling pregnant again and not miscarrying