Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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58 Taking My Life Back

58 Taking My Life Back (Jayden)

My brain can't handle all of this. The revelations hit me like a freight train, shattering my composure and ripping through the thin veneer of control I thought I had.

I just don't want to think about the emotional and mental abuse I copped from the man I thought was my father.

He always acted like he hated me. Every scornful glance, every harsh word, a bitter confirmation of how he despised me. I never got it back then. Now it's all clear, the pieces fall into place in a sickening puzzle.

Why would Mother keep us there like that? Greg was nothing short of cruel to her at times. The memory "of his rage, his unrelenting criticism, sears through me. I often thought he hated her as well. I wonder why they ever got married if there was no love. I pace the room, my hands clenched into fists, nails biting into my palms. I'm confused and angry, a tempest of emotions swirling inside me. If this Gus thinks he is going to be welcomed with open arms as my father, he has another thing coming. All my dysfunctional family ever made me want was a normal, loving family life. A life that seemed like a distant dream, something I could only watch from afar. Like I saw other kids had. Parents showing up at sports days, and performance days. Parents who high-fived the losses for trying anyway. My mind drifts back to those school events, where I stood on the sidelines, pretending not to care. Not parents who constantly added more pressure because nothing was ever good enough. "I know Mother loves me. Despite everything, that much is clear. That's been her only motivation since the day I was born. But all I wanted and needed was a hug without her using that hug as emotional leverage.

I just wanted a mom and a dad who let me fail and it was okay. My throat tightens, and I swallow hard, pushing down the lump of resentment.

I realize I need to take control of my own life again. I can't have someone else calling the shots in my life. I used to call my own shots. I know that. I wanted Winona, so I married Winona.

suspicion, once a mere whisper, now screams in my mind. I'm certain she would

someone I want as a a mother. The realization hits me like a

to do with the death of Greg Brennan? The thought swirls in the back of my

care about that. We'd both been better off without him. I never shed a tear, that's for sure. His absence was a relief, a lifting of a dark cloud that had hung over us

wornes me now is the medical side of things. A chill runs down my spine. Am I keeping something

remember? Maybe there's a lot i don't want to

My

tangled web of half-formed memories

Ashlyn now. Deep inside, I know she probably took advantage of Lance to try and get pregnant as a back-up plan. But the baby is

know for myself. To hear it first-hand from our doctor. I'm not sure what Gus would have to gain from lying about this, but if he has that much power

now on is myself. The resolve hardens within me, a steel edge to my

is altogether too quiet. The silence is oppressive, a mocking presence that amplifies my inner turmoil. I hate the silence. I walk into my living room and flick on the television. I'm hit immediately by the news and guess who? Gus

He's the last person I want to see right

in my throat. I turn up the volume,

of being engulfed by Nexus

Like Hell it is.

says the board has lost all