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?"

were true, but... I think the delivery was a bit rough,

"You

I guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any of it. I should've been more

the argument so neither could they. I

slam."

"That's a relief."

bit. You should get some more

"You and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this.

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

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

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

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

up as she flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did

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

suddenly

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 understand and

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

though Ashlyn's locked

""Pretty much," I mutter.

to like this, but you need to deal with those

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