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

argue, but she's right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the

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

slam."

"That's a relief."

out for a bit. You should get some more

together if you both want this. It's

my 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

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

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

smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially

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 two just get too drunk

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

leans forward, suddenly serious. "What

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

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

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

"You're not going to like this, but you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going

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