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?"

nod slowly. "Yeah, they were true, but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and

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

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

couldn't actually hear the argument so neither could

slam."

"That's a relief."

a bit. You should get

together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by magic. Nothing ever

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

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a tornado,

with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless he's the

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason,

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

my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared

forward, suddenly serious. "What

how 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

therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same

though

""Pretty much," I mutter.

need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going to eat you

the cushions. "I just... I don't know how to let it