Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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149 Hangover Regrets (Jayden)

I wake up with a pounding headache that swears me off drinking forever. The sunlight is stabbing through the curtains like a knife, and I groan, pulling the covers over my head. My mouth is fully carpeted, and I must have swallowed sandpaper.

I roll over and the bed is empty. Wait. My hazy mind is slowly piecing things together. This isn't Winona's bedroom, it's mine.

Someone has put my body through a meat grinder, I'm certain. But that's not the worst of it-no, the worst part is the memories flashing back of that argument, bringing with them a fresh wave of regret.

Last night, well early this morning, was a disaster. I can still see the hurt in Winona's eyes, hear the venom in our voices as we ripped into each other. The alcohol didn't help, but that's no excuse.

I let my temper get the best of me, and now I'll pay the price.

Wow. Maybe I should just lay here all day. I mean, I could. The extra sleep will do me good. But my eyes pop open and I know there's not chance of me going back to sleep.

I force myself out of bed, wincing as the room spins. I shuffle to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and stare at the reflection of a man who's clearly had better days. My eyes are bloodshot, my hair's a mess, and I look like I've been hit by a truck. Perfect. Just perfect.

I need to clear my head. Work. Work always helped when my personal life needed to be drowned out. I'll go to the office, dive into some deals, and maybe, just maybe, I can stop thinking about how badly I screwed up last night.

Maybe I can work out how to fix this.

My stomach rumbles but it isn't from hunger. I'm sure I'm going to lose whatever is down there anytime soon. I head out the door anyway. Work will help clear my head.

When I get to the office, I'm not feeling much better. Lucky I have a driver. It's Saturday, so the place should be dead. But as I walk down the hall, I spot Lance in his office, hunched over his laptop with a scowl.

weekends no matter how much I begged him before. "What are you doing

your universe. Seriously, though, what are you doing here on a Saturday? Shouldn't

his expression dark. "Lisa's too busy with Phillip these days. So,

into the room. "Jealous,

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snorts. "I

should. You and Lisa have been together a

shrugs, playing it off. "Who cares? I'm here, working, Instead of drinking myself into a stupor,

dealing with your shit," I say, crossing my arms.

talk. I'm guessing you're here because you did your usual 'I'm

but then I go and sit in the chair opposite him. "Okay, there was a

back in his chair. "Sure, a little. Let me guess, Winona told the truth

Lance? Screw you." I stand up again and the chair almost topples backwards. "Thave work to

case. Here you go

and made you

rolls his eyes. "You are very fragile

close to getting

one because we all know you never get a second."

the world hate me so much today? Can't you just be at home

to interrupt your running