Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Jayden)

"What!? How do you know they never had sex?"

"I asked. Not hard to get information, you know."

"So, what the hell am I supposed to do?" I ask, frustration boiling over. "She threw it in my face, like I can just erase the past. I can't."

"Maybe start by not throwing a tantrum when she brings it up," Lance says bluntly. "You've got to understand where she's coming from. And for fuck's sake, stop acting like she's accusing you of something you didn't do. You did it, so own it."

I rub my temples, trying to ease the thumping. "And what about you, huh? You're sitting here pining after Lisa like a goddamn schoolboy who won't admit he's in love with the only woman in the world who can possibly put up with him."

He snorts. "Nice try. Actually, I'm meant to be playing golf with Phillip today, pity."

"Phillip?" I scoff. "You're telling me you're pining over missing out on golf with Phillip?"

Lance laughs, "At least I'm not living in denial like you are."

"Denial?" I snap. "What the hell am I in denial about?"

to get over

gut, but I refuse to show it. "And you're scared that Lisa's better off with Phillip because deep down, you know you never

and for a second,

you and how you need to pull your head out of

like everything's fine when

it. You need to be there for Winona, even when she's throwing Ashlyn in your face. You need to let her work through

he's right. "Yeah, well, it's easier said

I

a bitch, Jayden," Lance says with a shrug. "But if you love her-and I mean really love her-you'll figure it out. And if that means suggesting therapy or whatever,

a bitter laugh. "You're calling me

keep calling you that until you stop being one. I refuse to cup your balls and tell

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balls."

a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "You're a

that?"

winking. "Now, go figure out your shit with Winona. And maybe, just maybe, I'll

"He d

have some real competition for a change."

I played golf for years together. It's been a while. I know he's just reminding me of

ever beat

throw

you win."

help me, Lance. I swear I will make that first punch a

bet money off you because you will never land another one." Lance laughs. "Can you just give me

scotch on the rocks." He stands up and goes to his sideboard and