Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

Chapter 162

My CEO 164

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."

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

street. My heart pounds as we

my mother. The same eyes I have. The same slim frame

There's no sign of the strung out, hollow addict I left that day. Instead, she's dressed neat, clearly sober, and... surprised. "Winona." Her

I manage to say, my throat

face. 1 never wanted you to come back here. I wanted you

moment, we just stood there, staring

Steve... told me he left you here,

she finally says,

and I exchange a glance before we step

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is clean now but it's still the same old place The walls are painted white, the furniture sparse and worn but

1. be.

of something floral, it doesn't smell of stale beer and rotten food, or

mother sits across from us in a threadbare armchair, her hands

can hear the

to fear

She nods.

you." Definitely not a sibling, but I hold off on saying

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