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?"

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

"You can't deal

right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't

could they. I just heard

slam."

"That's a relief."

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

work on things together if you both want this. It's not

still standing here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when

Get

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

after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got

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

on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not

"We got drunk

forward, 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

Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

Lisa says, 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 eat you alive-and your relationship with Jayden along with

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