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?"

were true, but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on

her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if

hope the kids didn't hear any of it.

neither could they.

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together if you

before 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 the door. Please don't

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

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

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

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

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

leans forward, suddenly

the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I

and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing as far as I can

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

like this, but you need to deal

against the cushions. "I just...