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?"

was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and

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

guess. I just hope the

so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling

slam."

"That's a relief."

taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest,

cuts to the chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by magic.

guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's a knock on the

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Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making

your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless

smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not

couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did

laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued.

forward, suddenly serious. "What

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 got angry. Really angry." "That's not

think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy.

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

her legs. "You're not going to like this, but you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise,

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