Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

Chapter 149

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?"

a bit rough, on both accounts.

"You can't deal with anything

guess. I just hope the kids

so neither could they. I

slam."

"That's a relief."

I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest,

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

heading out, leaving me alone with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece

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

your sexy fiancé, not

"Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not the way

couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did you two just get too drunk to

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

forward, suddenly

the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he got angry. Really angry." "That's

and needed therapy.

though

""Pretty much," I mutter.

to like this, but you need to deal

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

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