Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 203

203 Atoning The Past (Jayden)

I move closer to Ashlyn's bed. I'm not here to wallow in self-pity or be overwhelmed by emotions. This is about making sure my child survives. I look at Ashlyn's pale face, and I feel a surge of determination. I'll do whatever it takes. "You're not going anywhere," I murmur as I touch her abdomen. "You've got a life ahead of you, and I'm. going to make damn sure you get to live it. Your mom wants you to live, so that's what you're going to do. Live." The door opens again.

I straighten up and look. A suited man has his head in the doorway. "My Brennan. Can we talk? I'm Detective Harris. I'm investigating what has happened at the facility today."

"Yes, of course." I walk out to the corridor with him. "So, you're investigating Ashlyn Carter's,

He turns to me, sizing me up. "I am."

"Is this internal or external?"

"External. Why?"

"I don't want any cover ups."

"Do you think the facility needs to cover up anything?"

"I don't know, maybe. But that's your job to find out, isn't it."

"Yes. Do you mind answering some questions?"

"No problem but I'd prefer to have my lawyer present."

"I see. That seems a little paranoid."

I shrug. "I don't believe for a second that this was an accident."

slightly. "Right now, we're gathering

fall?

Ashlyn, with the baby. Can we book a time with my lawyer at my

say, leaning in slightly, my voice low and intense. "Ashlyn wouldn't do this on

wanted this baby

I'll call you tomorrow with a time, but

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good. I'll see you

into Ashlyn's room, everything hits me. I'm angry-no, I'm fucking furious-

my

my judgment. If she has done

Ashlyn," I start, my voice low, almost hesitant. "I don't know if you can hear me, but

such certainty, and reach out, covering it with mine.

didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to see that she was manipulating us, that

to be. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. I

I can't stop. "I loved you, Ashlyn. I did. But then.... then I saw

grip her hand, hoping that somehow that will help her hear what I need

like a wave crashing over me, and I didn't know how to handle it. I started remembering things, moments, feelings, and it confused the hell

sign that she can hear me,

to keep loving you, to make it work, but I had to be honest with myself. I couldn't change

voice thick with emotion. I'm sorry for the part I played in all the crap that's happened over the years. I should've been better, for you,

you for wanting our baby to live, despite everything. I

do whatever it takes to

wet and I realize

would sacrifice their right to be a mother to them so