Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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What's going on? They've taken Steve off again and I don't know if he's said enough yet. But the officers said nothing, just that it was over.

I'm being led out of the police interview room. My mind is racing, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Do they have enough on him? Did I do enough? Every second with him in there was torture.

His smug face, the way he taunted me-it's all burned into my mind. But did we get what we needed? My head is aching, the uncertainty gnawing at me. Whatever is happening now must be important. Maybe the Judge decided something else, and the trial is going ahead sooner than Abby's operation in three weeks.

Gordon is waiting in the hallway. His presence a comfort.

"What's happening?" I ask, my voice more panicked than I intended. The anxiety bubbling inside me is threatening to overflow.

Gordon walks beside me, his expression grave. "Winona, I need to tell you something," he says, his voice low and cautious, as if preparing me for another blow,

"What now?" I ask, my voice shaking with nerves. That time in there with Steve taunting me like that took its toll. Why can't he just be gone? I don't know how much more I can take. It feels like I'm constantly being pushed to my limits.

"Ashlyn hasn't been taken in for questioning. She slipped away before they could get to her," he explains, his eyes scanning the area as if expecting her to jump out at any moment.

breathe. "She'll come for me, Gordon. I know she will. She's not going to stop." He places a comforting hand

racing, adrenaline coursing through my veins. "I can't believe this is happening," I mutter, my

scenarios, each one more terrifying than the

the doorway, flanked by a couple of police

arms around me, to feel safe.

I look away from him, trying to steel myself against

trusting me is still fresh, the hurt too

closer. "They'll find her, Winona. I

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that now, don't you think?" I snap, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice. The anger surges up, mixing with the fear, creating

voice is firm, but I can see the desperation in his eyes for me to believe

never have trusted any of this," I whisper, more to myself than anyone

My whole life is

it. Every 'right' decision I've ever made

of control. I thought, at the time, I had

in all of this. And Anne. And Lisa. I sigh. I guess I do have a lot to be thankful for, still. Maybe I need to cut the

Abby is going through lately. I must remain focused on her and her health outcomes.