Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

Chapter 149

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.

Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with

I just hope the kids didn't hear any of it.

could they. I just heard Jayden

slam."

"That's a relief."

three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest,

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

guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the

Get

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a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my head hurt

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

is partially the

with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform,

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

forward, suddenly serious.

was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it.

was crazy to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay,

a low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

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

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