Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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"But what about Ashlyn? What happens now?" I ask because as much as my baby has life, this also means hers will likely end. I can't just ignore that.

"She'll be well cared for post-op and taken back to her room. The same as any patient. You'll get time to say goodbye if that's what's needed."

I sigh in relief. "I want Ashlyn taken to the Brennan Wing. No arguments. Her mother is due this afternoon. Please make sure she has everything she needs in there with her daughter." "Of course, Mr. Brennan."

The trip to the neonatal ward is a blur. The tiny form of my son, wrapped in a small, sterile blanket, is surrounded by the best medical equipment and minds available.

The doctors and nurses work quickly, their hands deft and sure, ensuring that every moment counts.

The billions in my bank don't count for anything right now. Because sometimes the best medical care you can buy still isn't enough.

Winona is beside me as we follow along with the small incubator that holds my son, our son. The reality of what just happened is still sinking in. My son-my tiny, fragile son-is alive. Barely, but he's here.

I love him madly already. I mean, it's incredible really. The feelings that fill me now are more intense than anything I've ever felt. It's a different kind of love.

give him, but I'm also aware I don't want him to have the life I've had growing up. He needs all the things

fun and

know it's okay to fail. It's okay

ward, the sounds of beeping machines and the soft murmur of voices greet us. It's a place where

as I watch the medical staff attach tubes

at me with a reassuring smile. "He's a fighter, Mr. Brennan. We'll do everything we can to give him the best

hard. "Thank you," I manage to say, my

would you like to touch him? We have places for your hands to go on either side." She demonstrates. Winona gives me a small

my hand gently, my fingers brushing against his tiny arm. His skin is soft, impossibly delicate, and I can feel the warmth of his life beneath my

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his tiny hand moves, and his fingers wrap around my pinky, holding on with a surprising strength. I gasp, the tears I've been holding back since we got

it's you who will be wrapped around his

side of the incubator. She strokes our son's tiny arm, her touch gentle and loving. We share a look, a moment

to my son in the most profound way, a flood of emotions washes over me. I see what I missed with Abby, the moments I wasn't there for, the

a surge of protectiveness and love that

know there are people facing this kind of

know how

if I can't condone how