Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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83. Saving Winona

85 Saving Winona (Jayden)

I glance into the window of the hospital room and see Ashlyn, laying there. Her face is devoid of emotion, her expression blank. There are no tears, no redness around her eyes, nothing to indicate the trauma of losing a baby.

Surely no one would go so far as to frame someone else, even to the extent of losing their own child? Perhaps, Ashlyn's capacity for manipulation really knows no bounds.

My biggest question is, how much of this has my mother been involved in?

I know Ashlyn intimately, and she's always been dramatic, always excessively theatrical when it comes to dealing with personal matters, particularly concerning Winona and me.

My only option now is honesty, this marriage must end, regardless of the circumstances.

Baby or no baby, continuing this marriage is impossible. In hindsight, I should never have rushed into this union.

I thought we could somehow make it work, but the ongoing saga with Winona has affected Ashlyn more than I had realized, and it's clear now she requires professional help.

I enter the room, approaching her bed with a heavy heart. "Ashlyn." I start, my voice laced with a resignation that feels both freeing and deeply sad.

She suddenly sits up, her movements quick, and throws her arms around me. "Jayden, oh God, Jayden. I'm so sorry. The baby is gone," she sobs into my shoulder. ternally I feel

to be," I reply gently, trying to comfort

I pry her arms from around my neck and sit down beside her, creating a small

this, Jayden. I told you Winona

in Santa Monica? How

and emotionless again. "I wanted to see

at Palisades Park?" I press, not willing to

look around, and there you were," she replies,

counter, my skepticism growing Her story doesn't

sharply. "She killed our baby. Why are you interrogating me? Look at me-I could've broken my neck, not just my arm!" She gestures to her bruises and the

the country, and they will prove what

85 Saving Winona

our life together is as simple

that we could simply move past this, start over as if nothing happened, is too much to bear. Her grip on my wrist tightens painfully, and for the first time, genuine emotion flashes in her eyes-panic." No! Jayden, you can't mean that.

one who manipulates emotions to bend situations to her will. I can't be part of this cycle

firmly, trying to loosen her grip from my arm. "I need to think about

will. "If you leave me, I swear, Jayden, I'll kill myself!" she cries out, the intensity

frantic move, she rips out the cannula drip from her arm, blood spurting from the

and yet part of me questions the authenticity of her distress. I step back, distancing myself from the bed as medical personnel burst into the room. Her eyes are large and wild now and she screams. "We need to calm her down," a nurse states urgently, assessing the situation with a

around, perhaps for an