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?"

but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for attacking

out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You

"Yeah, I guess. I just hope

could

slam."

"That's a relief."

three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at

things together if

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

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the front door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her

with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged

weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially

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

drunk and

forward, suddenly serious.

got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand

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

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

and crossing her legs. "You're not going to like this, but you need to

know," I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just...

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