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?"

I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We

out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything

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

slam."

"That's a relief."

kids out for a bit. You should

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

trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on the door. Please

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door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life

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

well, he is partially the reason, but not the way

floor with a thud. "Oh?

my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him having sex with Ashlyn.

suddenly serious. "What

sitting next to her. "I couldn't stop 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

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

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

cushions. "I