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?"

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

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

to argue, but she's right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any of it. I should've been more

hear the argument so neither could they. I

slam."

"That's a relief."

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 look like death

on things together if you both want this.

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 be Jayden. I just can't

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

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

is partially the reason, but not the way you're

bag hitting the floor with a thud.

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

suddenly serious. "What

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 hoping he'd understand and he got angry.

and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing

a low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's locked

""Pretty much," I mutter.

and crossing her legs. "You're not going to like this, but you need to deal

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