Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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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?"

think the delivery was a bit rough, on both

least everything is out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if

hope the kids

could they. I just heard Jayden

slam."

"That's a relief."

should get some more rest, or at least

"You and Jayden need to work on things together if you

leaving me alone with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on

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and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making

you look rough. I thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking

smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason,

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

got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him having sex with Ashlyn.

leans forward, suddenly serious. "What

he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told

to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing as far as I

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

against the cushions. "I