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

practical. "You can't deal with anything if you're not honest about how you're

I just hope the kids didn't

neither could they. I just heard

slam."

"That's a relief."

for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at

Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to

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

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

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

well, he is partially the reason, but not

as she flops down on 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 much... We argued. About him having sex with Ashlyn. And

forward, suddenly

about how the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my

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

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

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