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?"

ear. "Just you, me, and

makes me laugh, and I shake my head

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

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

"Great. I'll pick you up at seven. Be

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

been doing better, I can see it in the way she holds herself, the way she talks about the

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190 Being a Daughter

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

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

It's hard adjusting from being independent, and there's Cass to consider. It's just been her and I since she

it, Mom. No

the room, her energy filling the space.

ask,

says, grinning. "It's not much, just working at a café downtown, but it's something. I'm saving 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

take care of Mom. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But in any

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

can tell she's already making plans in

don't react, just smile and congratulate her on the new job. But the conversation leaves me with a lot to think

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

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