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

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

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

Winona wanted to hurt me," she

are you here in Santa Monica? How

eyes now look flat and emotionless again.

you know we'd be at Palisades Park?" I press, not willing

and there you were," she replies, too

my skepticism

at me-I could've broken my neck, not just my

prosecutor in the country, and they will prove what she's

85 Saving Winona

together is as simple as pressing

grip on my wrist tightens painfully, and for the first time, genuine emotion flashes in her eyes-panic." No! Jayden,

I know too well-the one who manipulates emotions to bend situations to her will. I

trying to loosen her grip from

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

start beeping furiously as her agitation spikes. In a frantic move, she rips out the cannula drip from her arm, blood spurting from the freshly opened vein, painting a stark contrast against the pale

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.

around, perhaps for