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?"

you, me, and some seriously

suggestive wink makes me laugh, and I shake

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

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

grins, giving me that boyish look that used to melt my heart. "Great. I'll pick

room, I watch him go, 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

that day, I sit down with Mom in the kitchen, the smell of coffee brewing filling 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

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190 Being a Daughter

Permanently, I mean. You could

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

our hands, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'll consider it. It's hard adjusting from being independent, and there's Cass to consider. It's just been

get it, Mom. No

else, Cass bursts into the room, her energy filling the space. "Guess what? I got a

I ask,

me. I'll take good care of you." There's a hint of

Mom. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But in any case, it's okay. I

see," she says gently. "One step at a

though I can tell she's already making

a lot to think about. Cass is trying to carve out her own place

for Mom's attention, to maintain the closeness they've

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