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

know. It's okay. Maybe it was just meant to be," I reply gently, trying to comfort her while internally I nothing

her arms from around my neck and sit down beside her,

told you Winona

Santa Monica? How did you know where we'd

flat and emotionless again. "I wanted to see you," she claims

Palisades Park?" I press, not willing

didn't. I was just taking a look around, and there you were,"

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

me? Look at me-I could've broken my neck,

have the money for the best prosecutor in the country, and they will prove what she's done. Until then, we can be together. Try again for a baby,"

85 Saving Winona

our life together is as simple as pressing a restart

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

well-the one who manipulates emotions

can't do this anymore," I declare firmly, trying to loosen her grip from my arm. "I need to think

Her face contorts, tears suddenly streaming down her face as if summoned at will. "If you leave me, I

her start beeping furiously as her agitation spikes. In a frantic move, she rips out the cannula drip from her arm, blood spurting

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

is now frantically looking around, perhaps for an escape or