Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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167 Two Worlds

(Winona)

We check into the best hotel in the city.

I don't belong here wasting money while others are suffering, I don't deserve it.

Jayden is busy at the front desk, handling the details, but my mind is back at that house. The contrast between this opulence and the place I grew up in is too much. How do I reconcile these two worlds? How do I accept that I'm living in one and Ignoring the other?

When Jayden comes back with the electronic room key, I can't help but voice what's on my mind. "This place is over the top, Jayden. We don't need all this. It's... unnecessary."

He looks at me, his expression softening. "You've been triggered. We'll stick a pin in this for now and talk about it in therapy."

Is he being understanding or patronizing?

We take the elevator up to our suite in silence, the plush carpet underfoot almost mocking the rough, cold floors of my past.

When we step into the room, it's as luxurious as expected-huge windows with a view of the city. A bed that looks like it could swallow you whole.

A bathroom that's bigger than most apartments on the other side of the city. My side of the city.

"This really feels wrong," I say, more to myself than to Jayden.

He sits beside me, taking my hand in his. "Don't let the past make you feel like you're not worth it. You worked damn hard to get here."

"I know. But that doesn't mean we should waste money on things. I'd like to live more frugally and

me on the hair. "Ah, Winona. You can't save

fuck's sake. I'm not

away from him and stand up. "I don't have to save everyone. I just want to help someone. Just because you can't save every single person on the planet doesn't

triggered by that house and seeing my mom and meeting my sister. This isn't Jayden's

throw that away because things got

tension easing. I lean back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. "I want to stay

at me and nods. "I can

myself on Cass. I don't think it's my

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better off not

nods. "I agree. She's dealing with a lot and throwing more at her

her to call if she needed anything. Jayden squeezes my hand. That's a good

wise."

unease doesn't fully disappear. What if I never hear from her again? What if it's just easier

I can't allow myself to think like this. Therapy is the place to hash this out. My phone rings.

Mom's panicked voice comes through the

drops. "What do

rif

thing. No matter if we argue, we always show up for

What happened, did

what it used to be like, about

need to find her. I need to know she's okay. If anything has happened to