Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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64 Santa Monica Vibes (Jayden)

I look at the beach view from my Santa Monica property. I don't remember purchasing this place but I'm glad I did now. When I was looking over my portfolio before I divorced Winona, this one caught my eye and I wanted to come see it right away.

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Of course, I got too busy with the business and all this memory crap. Since finding out about Abby, and now her condition, life has been a whirlwind. I take a deep breath. Here it feels like the world has slowed.

I think back to the divorce and before it. The night Winona and I made Abby. Then I was so confused when the drugs were found in my blood. Of course I would trust my mother. But I've learned since, I can love her but maybe trusting her is a different thing. How did I let myself be convinced so easily that Winona was lying and had tricked me into everything? I guess my mental state was a lot more volatile back then. I know I certainly don't want to be like Greg in that way again.

If that's what it takes to run this business, I don't think I'm cut out like that now.

It's amazing here but I can't stand about looking at the view all day. Winona and Abby are arriving soon. Winona found a small cottage with a small yard and garden to rent. I lock up and head for my SUV. Family car. I grin.

I wanted to buy the cottage for them, but she insists they are fine renting. Money is not an issue for me. I have plenty of properties and investments. A good business person never ties his money up in a singl

venture. But that argument just got me a slap on the arm.

We are a team for Abby and I respect Winona's opinion and how she wants to do things.

Mother can't contact me, neither can Ashlyn or anyone from that world. Of course, there's always a way I suppose but Gus assured me he would take care of it. And after everything else he's managed to enact in a week, I'm guessing he's got this handled somehow. I think both Winona and I are grateful for the breathing space while we sort out how we want to parent Abby. But also, getting Abby happy and strong for her next operation is our priority.

I've disconnected completely from social media and media in general. Gus says he has no security guards, but I wonder if that's true. Not that I've seen anything to make me think he has, he just doesn't seem the type to let it go that easily. I can't

say it worries me.

Knowing Winona and Abby are being kept safe is okay with me.

I finally get to see how life feels without the stress of a billion-dollar company hanging over my head. Maybe I'll miss it. Maybe I'll never want to go back again. Who knows?

But I also have a lot to sort out with Winona and Mother. I'm still hoping they can find a middle ground

somehow

pull up across the road and I see Winona and Abby watching the delivery truck back in from the front yard. Abby sees me as I walk across the road, and

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better in the world.

"Daddy!"

I wave

down when I get to the gate. Abby runs up and I scoop her

at me as she looks

Rome... shorts and a t-shirt. It's what everyone wears

just never wore them

haven't?" I find this

think the shining beacon of your white legs might have clued

"Gotta start somewhere."

like that." Winona tells me.

you sure the

a lot of yard out back, and a garden

"And pretty flowers, Mommy.

Pretty flowers

warm inside, that's all that matters." ramshackle outside and

agree but I'm looking at

away

rustic," I say as I get Abbey off my shoulders and we walk in through the front door. "But, Winona, are you sure this is

clean it. It'll be fine. As you said, watertight

this like one of those

a 2-bedroom cottage. A tiny home

"You know, I have a whole self-contained wing in

do this like normal

the furniture. "I'm

as I have beds, a sofa and a dining set,