Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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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

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

"Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't

actually hear the argument so neither could they.

slam."

"That's a relief."

finishes her coffee 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

need to work on things together if

to piece together the mess I'm facing, when

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

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

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not

flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform,

help but laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too

suddenly

was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told

me I was crazy to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy.

low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's locked

""Pretty much," I mutter.

says, leaning back and crossing her legs. "You're not going to like this, but you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going to eat

against the cushions. "I just... I don't know how