Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 112

112 H (Jayden)

Who Throws the First Punch

I look in the hospital bathroom mirror and see a bruise on my cheek, redness around one eye -pfft, must have been when we fell, I never felt his fist land up there a very swollen bottom lip and my ribs feel like hell.

Lucky shot is all.

There's blood on my white business shirt but I don't have time to change now. Phillip has already wasted enough of my time. I'm going to be with Abby when she wakes up.

I stride out of the bathroom and Gus falls in step beside me.

"Do you have any evidence incriminating Ashlyn and supporting Winona's claim she set her up?" I ask quietly.

"My security has turned in every bit of video and audio they have."

"Have you listened to any of it?"

"No."

"Don't fuck me around, Gus. I need Winona cleared of all this."

"Okay, okay," he concedes. "There's some words but I couldn't really make out anything clearly. It needs an expert to pick up the audio. It's with them now."

"Someone must have gotten something. Maybe if we check the videos, we can see who may have been close enough. I've got her father locked up in red tape on a string of misdemeanors, hardly enough to keep him behind bars for long and his testimony is useless anyway."

"I'll organize getting the video footage to your lawyer."

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We round the corner and I head to the nurse's desk. "Abby Bre I mean, Joseph. Is she in the Brennan Wing yet?"

The nurse eyes me carefully. "No more trouble or they won't let you back in."

"No more trouble. Sorry for that. Completely my fault." give her my smile and a wink. "Boys will be boys, you know how it is."

The nurse nods and smiles back. "Her fath I mean, Mr. Joseph, is waiting outside intensive care for word. There will be a restriction on how many can be in her room at once I'd imagine.

"Gotcha. We'll wait for word from Dr. Green as well."

My phone buzzes. I check messages. It's Lance.

L: Board meeting.

Shit I forgot I had to co-sign papers today.

Abby in St Michael's. Bring paperwork here. Intensive care waiting

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L: Shit. Ok.

the small lounge provided for those waiting to get into intensive care as a visitor or patient support. The room is empty. Maybe he went

Gus sits beside me. "You don't need to be here

done with trying to be

at this a little.

says, "for a fighter you make an

around more, he could have taught me how to do proper gut punches." I shrug. It's completely unnecessary

I see his jaw is swollen and he has an ice pack

my gaze for a second and

sits as far away from me as possible. None of us say anything, there's just this reluctant silent agreement to all share the same

sure how much more of this non-talking I can take. It's been around thirty minutes. Lance walks in and I see him stop and take stock of the three of us. Then he shakes his head. "Sorry looking lot you three

says anything to

first punch

glare at him. It's way too

a barn door with a handful of wheat. Actually Phillip, you probably just

too soon to joke ever

three sheets and shove the folder back at

the first punch,

matter?" I

it does. I don't want to lose

is

his hand. "You owe

proof that I

were you in a fist

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"Yeah."

proof enough." Lance chuckles. "Never

work to do?" I ask

see them fight?" Lance asks and I know he will

came in during it,

see Jayden land an actual

Gus shakes his head.

you in a minute," I warn

thirty minutes to move out of the way. Please," Lance dodges

motion:

Lance. I don't know

all here for the same reason. Stop turning it into a comparison on whose penis

at him. Lance nudges Phillip and says,