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

to me tightly. I pry her arms from around my neck and

you Winona

here in Santa Monica? How did

again. "I wanted

know we'd be at Palisades Park?"

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

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

prove what she's done. Until then, we can be together. Try again for a baby," she asserts, as

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our life together is as

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. That was a stupid mistake. You're all

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

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

contorts, tears suddenly streaming down her face as if summoned at will. "If you leave me, I swear, Jayden, I'll kill

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

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 the door, and soon another staff member enters with a syringe. "She threatened to harm herself

is now frantically looking around, perhaps for an