Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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190 Being a Daughter (Winona)

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Jayden walks into my living room with a kind of swagger I haven't seen in a while.

He's got that confident, easy-going smile that used to drive me crazy back in college-the one that says he knows exactly what he wants, and he's not afraid to go after it.

"I'm done with therapy," he says, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

I blink at him, caught off guard. "What do you mean, done?"

"Exactly that. I don't need to see Barnaby anymore. I've got my shit together, and I'm in control. No more sessions."

It's not a question, and he's not looking for my approval. He's telling me, plain and simple, that he's made up his mind. There's something undeniably attractive about the way he says it-like he's finally stepping into his own power. But there's also a part of me that's surprised by how resolute he is.

"You're sure about this?"

"Absolutely," he says, walking over to me and pulling me into his arms. "I know what I want, and I'm not going to let anything or anyone get in the way of that. And right now, what I want is to take you out on a date."

His tone shifts, dropping to that low, playful one he used to use when we were younger, and I can't help but smile.

"A date, huh?"

my ear. "Just you, me, and some seriously good food. And maybe a little something

suggestive wink makes me laugh, and I shake my head at him.

with you," he says, leaning in to kiss me softly. "Come on, what do you

reply, feeling a flutter of excitement in my belly. It's been so long since we've just been... us. No drama, no chaos.

melt my heart. "Great. I'll pick you up at seven. Be ready

fell in love with the one who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go

the air. She's been doing better, I can see it in the way she holds herself, the way she talks about the future. But there's still a fragility to her, and I know physically she

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190 Being a Daughter

"Maybe you could stay here. Permanently, I mean. You could help

I mean physically I'm not strong. I'd be worried about being alone with her for too long." "Let's take it a little at a time." I say, reaching out to take her hand. "Abby would love to have her grandma around. I wouldn't expect anything out of your

consider it. It's hard adjusting from being independent, and

it,

else, Cass bursts into the room, her energy

ask, genuinely

I'm moving out. Then, Mom, you can come live with me. I'll take

Mom. Maybe I'm reading too much into it.

us. "We'll see," she says gently. "One step

I can tell

job. But the conversation leaves me with a lot to think about. Cass is

fighting for Mom's attention, to maintain the closeness they've shared. And

does remind me that our family, as much as we're trying to rebuild it, is still fractured. There are