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

Maybe it was just meant to be," I reply gently, trying to comfort

me tightly. I pry her arms from around my neck and sit down beside her, creating a small but significant distance

Jayden. I told you Winona wanted to

in Santa Monica? How did

eyes now look flat and emotionless again. "I wanted to see you," she

Palisades Park?" I press, not willing to

taking a look around, and there

I counter, my

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 cast encasing her arm. But sympathy is the last thing I

will prove what she's done. Until then, we can be together. Try again for

85 Saving Winona

together is as simple as

bitterness from my voice. It's a low blow, but the absurdity of her suggestion 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,

Ashlyn I know too well-the one who manipulates emotions to bend situations to

to loosen her grip from my arm. "I need to think

summoned at will. "If you leave me, I swear, Jayden, I'll kill myself!" she cries out, the intensity of her statement echoing off

a frantic move, she rips out the cannula drip from

manifesting physically, 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

around, perhaps for an escape or perhaps for