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?"

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

I

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

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

giving me that boyish look that used to melt my heart. "Great. I'll pick you up at

of pride and a little bit of awe. This is the Jayden I fell in love with

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

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190 Being a Daughter

trying to sound casual. "Maybe you could stay here. Permanently, I

that kind of responsibility. I mean physically I'm not strong. I'd be worried about being alone with

It's hard adjusting from being independent, and there's

get it,

anything else, Cass bursts into the room, her energy filling the

I ask,

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 makes me pause. It's subtle, but I can feel the undercurrent of ownership and jealousy in her

too much into it. But in any case, it's okay. I get

between us. "We'll see," she says gently.

Cass says, though I can tell she's already

me with a lot to think about.

fighting for Mom's attention, to maintain the closeness they've shared. And I can't blame her for

remind me that our family, as much as we're trying to rebuild it, is still fractured. There are pieces missing, and I'm not sure how