Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 151

151 Can't Get Past It (Winona)

I feel like I've been hit by a truck. My head's pounding, my stomach's churning, and every sound stabs into my skull. I groan, pressing my hand to my forehead as I sit up in bed.

The memories of last night come flooding back-the party, the drinks, the argument.

God, the argument.

Anne stayed over with Bobby and Sarah. I hope they never heard us arguing like that. The kids are playing downstairs, their laughter bubbling upwards. It's the only bright spot in my day so far.

I pull on a robe and drag myself down to the kitchen, where the smell of coffee isn't helping my nausea.

"Good afternoon." Anne glances up from the table, her eyes sharp. "You look like hell," she says, handing

me a mug.

"Feel like it, too," I mutter, taking a sip and wincing. Even the usual coffee tastes too strong. I wince." Afternoon?" I look at the clock on the wall. "Shit, it's almost three in the afternoon!"

I heard Jayden slam the door when he left around three in the morning," Anne says, her voice probing but gentle. "Are you okay?"

I sigh, leaning against the counter. "We argued. Badly. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have."

Anne studies me for a moment, then asks, "were any of those things true?"

rough,

now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't

I guess. I just hope the kids

hear the argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower. You look like

to the chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to

piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on the door.

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like a tornado,

sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards.

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not the

couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or

laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and

leans forward, suddenly

got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he got angry. Really angry."

him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions.

low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's still messing with your

""Pretty much," I mutter.

Lisa says, leaning back and crossing her legs. "You're not going to like this, but you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going to eat you alive-and your relationship with

know," I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just... I don't know how to