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?"

delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse

everything is out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You

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

argument so neither could

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by magic.

out, leaving me alone with my thoughts-and my guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess

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rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my head

look rough. I thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through

weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is

floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did you two

even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much...

leans forward, suddenly

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

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

whistle. "So, even though

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

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