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?"

"Yeah, they were true, but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts.

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

just hope the kids didn't hear any

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

slam."

"That's a relief."

finishes her coffee and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at

and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want

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 door. Please don't be

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open the front door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making

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

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

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

suddenly serious.

thinking about how the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into

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

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

you need to deal

the cushions. "I