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?"

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

least everything is out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if

"Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any of it. I should've

actually hear the argument so neither could they. I

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

together if you

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

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

I thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless he's the reason you look

well, he is

on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a

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

forward, suddenly serious.

next to her. "I couldn't stop thinking about how the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my

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

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

to like this, but you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going to eat

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