Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Winona)

"What the hell are you doing here?" The words slip out before I can stop them. I'm too on edge to care about politeness right now.

"Is that any way to greet your daughter's grandmother?" Judy's voice is all syrupy sweetness, but her eyes -those cold, calculating eyes-are scanning me, taking in every detail. Gus gives me an apologetic smile. "I told her you didn't like surprises."

"Abby's at school," I say, crossing my arms. "And we have plans after, so..."

"So?" Judy cuts in, her tone sharp. "So we'll wait. I'd love to catch up with you, Winona. Maybe we can chat while we wait for Abby to come home?"

I do not want her near my mother.

Is this coincidence that Steve is in town and Judy shows up?

I'm not mentioning a word about anything. Not Jayden, not Steve and definitely not Ashlyn.

I stand my ground.

"Maybe I can help," Judy offers, her voice too eager. "I could pick Abby up from school, like I used to. Spend some time with her while you handle your plans." "No," I say, too quickly. "Abby has a friend's birthday party."

Judy's eyes narrow slightly. "I see."

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tightens, but she doesn't argue.

glancing at

mine. "Yes, another time. Soon."

casually. "Soon. For

leaning against it for a moment as I try to

much does Judy

won't answer, not if he's in the middle of something important. However, I know I also have to tell him his mother is back in

need to talk to someone, get some advice. But who? Jayden's gone, and I don't want to drag Lisa into this

over Gordon Brown's number. He's been a solid ally, someone

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he can give me some insight, help me figure out my

What if Steve finds out and sees it as a challenge? I know how his mind works-he thrives on conflict, on pushing people to their limits. If he thinks I'm

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that. I need to handle this on my own, at least

won't let Steve take that away from me. Not again. But even as I tell myself that, a dark voice in

I glance

worry. I

reply, telling him to

my phone on the kitchen counter, figuring I'll grab a quick

savor each last drop cascading over me. But I need to hit the road, so I dry and dress and go to the kitchen

in my kitchen. "Oh, having trouble

voice sounds worn out. "I want to take something to help me sleep. I'm just so tired but the thought of him is haunting