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?"

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

"You can't deal with anything

guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any of it. I should've been more

so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

out for a bit. You should get some more

and Jayden need to work on things together if you both

standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on the door. Please don't

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

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

is partially

her bag hitting the floor with a thud.

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

suddenly serious. "What

just... it got into

and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

not going to like this, but you need to deal

cushions. "I just... I don't

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