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?"

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

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

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

couldn't actually hear the argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

bit. You should

to work on things together if you both

thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on the door. Please don't be Jayden. I just can't right

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

hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About

suddenly

it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he got angry. Really angry."

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

even though Ashlyn's

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I