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?"

bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for attacking each other

says, her tone practical. "You can't deal

I just hope the kids didn't hear

couldn't actually hear the argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

coffee and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take

things together

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

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open the front door and Lisa rushes in like a

rough. I thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not

weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the

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

hurt. "We got drunk and cared too

forward, suddenly serious.

sigh, sitting next to her. "I 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 understand and he

needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy.

lets out a low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's still

""Pretty much," I mutter.

to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're

"I just... I don't