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?"

rough, on both accounts.

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

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

hear the argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

on things together if you both want this. It's not

guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing,

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and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my head hurt

with your sexy fiancé, not looking like

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not the way you're

flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did you two just

can't help but laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him having sex with Ashlyn.

forward, suddenly

it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I

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

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

you need to

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