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?"

delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse

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

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

actually hear the argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling

slam."

"That's a relief."

coffee and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should

Jayden need to work on things together if you

standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on

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

glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards.

weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not the way

her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did

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

forward, suddenly serious.

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

needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing as far as

though Ashlyn's locked

""Pretty much," I mutter.

not going to like this, but you need to deal with

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