Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

Chapter 162

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164 House of Horrors

(Winona)

The following week, we flew into my old city early this morning. I've never been back on this side of it since the day I was taken to live with Anne. I didn't ever want to come back.

My hands are shaking. All of me is. The memories make me want to nightmare I lived here. Those moments replay In my mind.

naway as fast as I can. The

The fear. The hunger. The pain. The loneliness. All the horrors are reawakened.

The house stands in front of me, the same house I grew up in, but somehow different. It's still just as rundown I remember, but there's a sense of care now-a small attempt at making it better. The windows are clean, the front steps swept, and there are even a few potted plants by the door. It's like someone put a fresh coat of paint on a sinking ship.

I hesitate, my hand hovering just above the doorknob. Part of me wants to walk right in, like I used to when I was a kid, but I can't. Not now. Not after all these years. I have no clue who lives here.

Jayden stands beside me. His presence is comforting, but it also makes me realize just how far removed my life is from this place now. The contrast between him, well us, and this neighborhood is glaring. "Are you okay?" Jayden's voice is low, careful.

I nod, even though I'm not sure I am. "Yeah. I just... I don't know how to do this."

He takes a deep breath, his hand finding mine. "We do it together."

more resolute. I can't just walk in. So,

as we wait. It feels

same eyes I have. The same slim frame

of the strung out, hollow addict I left that day. Instead,

to say,

wanted you to come back here. I wanted you to go have a happy and safe

stood there,

he.. Steve... told me he

in," she finally says,

exchange a glance before we

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same old place The walls are painted white, the furniture sparse and worn but it isn't what was here. Automatically my

1. be.

something floral, it doesn't smell of stale beer

a well-worn couch. My mother sits across from us in

voice unsure. I can hear the fear in her voice. I recognize it. That's how he used

nothing to

She nods.

house would still be here, let alone you." Definitely not a

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