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?"

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

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

want to argue, but she's right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the

actually hear the argument so neither could they. I just heard

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

need to work on things together if you both want this.

I'm still standing here, trying to piece together

Can't Get

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

sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a

weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially

she flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did you two

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

suddenly

couldn't stop thinking about how the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him

I was crazy to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

slumping against the cushions. "I just...