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?"

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

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

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

could they. I just

slam."

"That's a relief."

a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower. You look like death warmed

work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by

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

Get

+25 BONUS

rushes in like a

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

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,

my head hurt. "We got drunk

suddenly

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 not

I was crazy to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing as far as I can

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going to eat you alive-and your relationship

"I just... I don't know how