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?"

bit rough,

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

guess. I just hope the

couldn't actually hear the argument so neither could

slam."

"That's a relief."

for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower. You look like death warmed

work on things together if you both want this. It's not

with 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.

Get Past

+25 BONUS

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

sexy fiancé, not looking like you

well, he is partially the

on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud.

drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him having sex with

forward, suddenly

sitting 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

therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just... I