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?"

third, one hundredth thoughts about that. Maybe it would be easier all around if I

one day, she'll

long,

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

right. But I need you to promise me no more games. Ashlyn and I are married. Winona and I are friends and will be co-parenting.

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

But now I feel I'm making my

I'd lost you when you married Winona. I never want that

get why you've 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

her. But right now, I need her to believe I do, I didn't find anything in Father's office except a rush of the fear and helplessness I'd

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and I'd had to leave

to be what he wanted and the emotional trauma from

really messed with my head now and the kind of father I want to

me so much. Not that I cared. Him being dead was the best thing that ever happened to me. I knew I could finally make my own

I had no problems walking away from everything here to be with Winona back then. At least I'd have her. Now I'm giving her up, and the family we could have been because

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

in bed at night remembering how we were intimate together. How we discovered each

and turn, trying to sleep. When I do sleep, I wake in the heat of passion; Winona above me, beneath me, her legs wrapped tightly around me as I