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

was just meant to be," I reply gently, trying to comfort her while

neck and sit down beside her, creating a small but significant

Jayden. I told you Winona wanted to hurt me," she

here in Santa Monica? How did you know

and emotionless again. "I wanted to see you,"

be at Palisades Park?" I press, not willing to let her sidestep

around, and there you were," she replies, too quickly,

don't believe that", I counter, my skepticism growing Her story

snaps, her voice rising sharply. "She killed our baby. Why are you interrogating me? Look at me-I could've broken my neck, not just my arm!"

money for the best prosecutor in the country, and they will prove what

85 Saving Winona

is as simple

I retort, unable to keep the 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, and for the first time, genuine emotion flashes in her eyes-panic." No! Jayden, you

my spine. This is the Ashlyn I know too well-the one who manipulates emotions to bend

grip from

not listening. Her face contorts, tears suddenly streaming down her face as if summoned at will. "If you leave me, I swear, Jayden, I'll kill myself!" she cries out, the intensity of her statement

rips out the cannula drip from her arm, blood spurting

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 professional eye. She signals to someone outside

frantically looking around, perhaps for an escape or perhaps