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?"

slowly. "Yeah, they were true, but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on

out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if you're not honest about how

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

neither could

slam."

"That's a relief."

all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower. You look like death warmed

and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want

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

Get

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

fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless he's the reason you look

smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially

couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did

got drunk and cared too much... We argued.

leans forward, suddenly serious.

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

told me I was crazy to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

not going to like this, but you need to deal with

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