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?"

a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No

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

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

argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling

slam."

"That's a relief."

and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower. You look like death warmed

the chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by magic.

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

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rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my

thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like

is partially

the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or

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

suddenly serious.

thinking about 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 and he got angry. Really angry." "That's

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.

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

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