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, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No

"You can't deal with anything

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

could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and

slam."

"That's a relief."

three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower.

and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by magic. Nothing ever

my shoulder before heading out, leaving me alone with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece

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door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual

night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge

well, he is partially the reason, but not the way you're

bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did you two just get too

though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk

leans forward, suddenly serious. "What

couldn't stop thinking about how the 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

needed therapy. Okay,

low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's

""Pretty much," I mutter.

you need to deal with

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