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?"

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

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

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

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

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

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

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open the front door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my head hurt

a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless he's

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason,

the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or

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

suddenly serious. "What

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

to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing as

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going to eat you alive-and your relationship with Jayden

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