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?"

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

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

but she's right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids

could they.

slam."

"That's a relief."

should get some more rest, or at

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

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 Jayden. I

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a tornado, her usual

sexy fiancé, not looking

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not the

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

got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him

leans forward, suddenly serious.

just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he got angry.

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

"So, even though Ashlyn's

""Pretty much," I mutter.

going to like this, but you need to deal with

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