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?"

Maybe it would be easier all around if I just stayed away and let her

one day, she'll want

known for this long,

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

promise me no more games. Ashlyn and I are married. Winona and I are friends and will be

best for you. There never was any proof that Winona drugged you. But when I heard you had drugs

very confused. But now I feel I'm making

you married Winona. I never want that to

keep this company running until I was ready to be CEO, even more so after my accident. I 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 better. You'll see. Nothing is more important to me than

find anything in Father's office except a

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had

pressure to be what he wanted and

happy and relieved. That's really messed with my head now and the kind of father I want to

cared. Him being dead

remembered a lot of how my mother was with Winona. Hostile and hateful. I had no problems walking away from everything here to be with Winona back then. At least I'd have her. Now I'm

her. But it isn't

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

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