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?"

rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No

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

right. "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

slam."

"That's a relief."

up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take

on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by

me alone with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when

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the front door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado,

you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you

he is partially the reason, but

the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did you two just get too

it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About

forward, suddenly serious.

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

and him and needed therapy. Okay,

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

not going to like this, but you need to

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