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?"

bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for attacking

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

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

so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling

slam."

"That's a relief."

a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take

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

pats my shoulder before heading out, leaving me alone 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

Can't Get Past

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

I thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless

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

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

laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much...

forward, suddenly serious.

Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he

therapy. Okay, he said my

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

and crossing her legs. "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...