Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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Jayden)

"Abby turns three today. She's out of the hospital and I'm finally ready to meet her."

Mother smiles back at me. "It's very exciting. You could've met her before this."

"I know, but she's had such a lot to contend with. I want to be sure she's ready. That I'm ready."

"I think she'll be ready. She didn't miss a beat when she opened her eyes and saw me."

"Wait, you actually met her? How was it?" I'm surprised Mother didn't tell me this.

"I did, and if you're asking if there's any doubt she's yours. There isn't. She could be the spit out of your "mouth at that age. So, you're sure you're ready?"

I nod. "Therapy has really helped me get a handle on things and deal with my memories objectively. The couple sessions have also made Ashlyn and I stronger, I can tell we are gaining a new level of trust for each other." "Great to hear."

"Plus, I'm well aware that once I go into Abby's life as her biological father, I can't then change my mind."

"Have you had second thoughts about that?"

hundredth thoughts about that. Maybe it would be easier all around if I just

day, she'll

this long, she'll want to know why I didn't

to just back out. But then you'll miss a lot of her growing up and once

need you to promise me no more games. Ashlyn and I are married. Winona and

drugged you. But when I heard you had drugs in your system and

right. I was very confused. But now I feel I'm making my

lost you when you married Winona. I never want that

done what you've done. But, make no mistake, I will cut you from my children's lives if I have too." "You won't have to. I'll do better. You'll see. Nothing is more

I didn't find anything in Father's office except a rush of the fear

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and I'd had

the constant pressure to be what he wanted and the emotional trauma from his obvious hatred of me had come back in

messed with my head now and

never known was why he hated me so much. Not that I cared. Him being

everything here to be with Winona back then. At least I'd have her.

love her. But it isn't an all-consuming

in bed at night remembering how we were intimate together. How we discovered each other and knew all the triggers. We

I do sleep, I wake in the heat of passion; Winona above me, beneath me, her legs wrapped tightly around