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?"

a strand of hair behind my ear. "Just you, me, and some seriously good food. And maybe a little something extra

me laugh, and I shake

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

in my belly. It's been

look that used to melt my heart. "Great. I'll

feeling a mixture of pride and a little bit of awe. This is the Jayden I fell in love with the one who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go after it. Maybe this is the new beginning

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

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190 Being a Daughter

here. Permanently, I mean. You could help me with Abby, and we could make up for lost

I can see the wheels turning in her mind. "Winona, I... I'd love to be close to you, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of responsibility. 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 comfort

hard adjusting from

get it, Mom. No

into the room, her energy filling the space.

I ask, genuinely

up, and as soon as I can, I'm moving out. Then, Mom, you can come live with me. I'll take good care of you." There's a hint of pride in her voice, but also something else-something that

one to take care of Mom. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But

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

though I can tell she's already making plans

and congratulate her on the new job. But the conversation leaves me with a lot to think about. Cass is trying to carve out her own place in the world, just like I

the closeness

to rebuild it, is still fractured. There are pieces missing, and I'm not sure how