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.

stops, then it's like a jackhammer in my chest. "What do you mean she slipped away? How could they let her escape?" Panic rises, making it hard to breathe. "She'll come for me, Gordon. I know she will. She's not going to stop." He places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We have all available

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

worst-case scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. There is literally no happy ending to any

of police officers. Jayden's eyes

I want to run to him, to feel his arms around me, to feel

look away from him, trying to steel myself against the whirlwind

not trusting me is

as he speaks, stepping closer. "They'll find her, Winona. I

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for 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 a volatile cocktail of

voice is firm, but I can see

I can't right now. "I should never have trusted any of this," I whisper, more to myself than

My whole life is

I don't know how to stop it. Every 'right' decision I've

woke from that coma, my life has been out of control. I thought, at the time, I had control but it's clear now I didn't.

Lisa. I sigh. I guess I do have a lot to

health outcomes. I must continue to provide