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?"

was a bit rough,

"You

but she's right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any of

could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

kids out for a bit. You should

chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this.

my shoulder before heading out, leaving me alone with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing,

Get

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a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my

night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially

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

can't help but laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him

leans forward, suddenly serious. "What

sitting next to her. "I couldn't stop thinking about how the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him

think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my

out a low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's

""Pretty much," I mutter.

like this, but you need to

the cushions. "I just... I don't know how to