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?"

were true, but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for

is out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if you're not honest about how you're

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

could they. I just

slam."

"That's a relief."

her coffee and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or

work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by magic. Nothing ever

with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together

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in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life

not looking

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but

bag hitting the floor with a

my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We

suddenly

her. "I couldn't stop thinking about how the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and

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

even though Ashlyn's

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just... I don't know how to let