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

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

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

the argument so neither could they. I just heard

slam."

"That's a relief."

a bit. You should get some

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

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 just can't

Can't Get Past

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rushes in like a tornado, her

your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged

he is

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

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

suddenly

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 needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing as far as I

even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's still messing with

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

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