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?"

but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We

now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything

hope the kids didn't hear any

neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

coffee and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should

together if you both want this. It's not

standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's

Get

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door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado,

glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like

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

raise up as she flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform,

help but laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him having sex with

leans forward, suddenly serious. "What

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.

him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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 your relationship

"I just... I