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?"

"Yeah, they were true, but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for

her tone practical. "You

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

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

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

"You and Jayden need to work on things together if you

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

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

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

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

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

can't help but laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We

leans forward, suddenly serious.

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 he got angry. Really

to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy.

lets out a low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's still messing

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

know," I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just... I don't know