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?"

delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for

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

just hope

argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden

slam."

"That's a relief."

stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest,

to work on things together if

to piece

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a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my head hurt even

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

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason, but not the way you're

flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud.

got drunk and cared

leans forward, suddenly

It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he

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

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

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

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