Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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133 Third Wish (Jayden)

It's been a few days now, I think, and I'm floating in this haze, caught between the world of the living and the depths of my mind. I can't move, can't speak, but I can hear Winona's voice, a lifeline pulling me toward the surface.

Her voice is my anchor, keeping me grounded.

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Every day, Winona sits beside me, her words like a soothing balm to my soul. I hear her telling me about Abby, how she brings her in for an hour each day.

Her voice is filled with love and excitement, painting a picture of a future I desperately want to be a part

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"Jayden, Abby is doing so well. She's been so brave. I can't wait for you to see her again. We're planning a little surprise for you when you wake up.

Her words are like a melody, each note striking a chord deep within me, echoing through the fog in my mind. I want to reach out, to hold her, to tell her I'm still here, fighting to come back to them. She tells me about Phillip, how he's finally moved out and is ready to sign himself off Abby's birth

certificate.

Phillip is living with Lance, but I wish them luck." Hearing about Phillip and Lisa makes me want to hit Lance up the side of the

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and she's really stepped up. It's like she's finally seeing what really matters."

a softness in her tone when she talks about my mother, a hint of forgiveness and understanding that surprises me. If she knew what I'd remembered, I'm sure she wouldn't feel

have the life we've always dreamed

accident years ago. The realization that she was willing to risk my life, to get rid

was shot. But then I hesitate. Should I rock the boat and burst her bubble? She's so happy, so

it go, to focus on the good and finally be that

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Mother, to demand answers and make her face the consequences of her actions. To make her see how this is unacceptable and that she and I

wants to give Winona the peaceful family she craves for

"I love you, Jayden. We're going to get through this, together. I believe in us,

of my soul, pulling me towards her. I can feel her love, her unwavering faith in us. I

to let her know I'm here with her, fighting to come back. My eyelids feel heavy, like they're weighted down with

pouring into every word as she chats like we're

kitchen counter from each

at first, but then I see her outline. I can't focus but I know it's Winona. My eyelids close again.

open them. I think they moved but I still can't see any