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?"

delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were

tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if you're

"Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any of it. I

the argument so neither could

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

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

my shoulder before heading out, leaving me alone with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a

Get Past

+25 BONUS

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

sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless

weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially

raise up as she flops down on the 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 too much... We argued. About

leans forward, suddenly serious.

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

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

"So, even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's still messing with

""Pretty much," I mutter.

and crossing her legs. "You're not going to like this, but you need to deal with those

"I just... I don't know