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, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for attacking each other

"You can't deal

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

the argument so neither could

slam."

"That's a relief."

finishes her coffee and 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

on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by magic. Nothing

guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on the door. Please don't be Jayden. I just

Get Past

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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 like you got dragged through a hedge

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

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

leans forward, suddenly

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

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

even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's still

""Pretty much," I mutter.

"You're not going to like this, but you need to deal with

the cushions. "I