Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 256

256 Giving Winona An Out (Jayden)

I watch Winona's face as my words sink in. The shock is clear in her eyes. Telling her that we should stop sharing a bed-hell, that we should basically stop living together until the wedding-it's like dropping a bomb and waiting for the smoke to clear.

And part of me hates that I'm doing this, that I'm causing her this kind of confusion. But deep down, I know it's the right call.

She stares at me, her voice soft but filled with disbelief. "What about the kids? Do you expect me to just leave every night, after they're asleep? What kind of message does that send?"

This isn't a decision I made lightly, but it's one I know we need. Both of us. There's too much history here, too much pain we're still dealing with. And I'm not ignoring it any longer.

I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm not trying to make things harder for anyone, especially not the kids. This... it's for us. For you and me."

"Sure."

"If we're going to do this-really commit to getting married again, to building this life together-I need to be sure. And I need you to be sure too."

She looks at me like I'm speaking a foreign language. And maybe I am, in a way. But I know she's been through hell because of me, because of the choices I made. I have to give her an out if she needs it.

"You're not serious, Jayden," she says, shaking her head. "You really think pushing me away is going to make me feel more certain about us? That putting space between us will help?"

Her voice trembles, and I can see how much this is hurting her. But I can't back down now. This isn't about just giving her space, it's about forcing us both to confront what's underneath all of this.

issues, the scars

know that when we stand at that altar, you're not doubting us. That you're not second-guessing everything because of what's happened. If we don't take this time now to figure that out,

Her eyes narrow slic

she asks, her

about wanting to be with her. But I do have doubts about whether she can ever truly trust me again. And that's where this all

it's not just about you. It's about me, about

She's quiet now, listening.

starting one-on-ones. To dig into the darker stuff-the nightmares about Ashlyn, the guilt I've been carrying. I need to deal with it. I

face softens a little at

Winona

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I guess I didn't

It became

off as just a little fun-a way to escape all the pain and anger I was carrying-turned into something darker. An addiction,

it for her own reasons. But it wasn't healthy then, and it sure as

looking her dead in the eye. "But it's not something I can just snap

at me now, a mixture of understanding and pain crossing her face. "So, what?

I'm just giving us both time. You need to decide if this is what you want, Winona.

if I can't?" she

Waco-parent."

mouth, but I know I have to say them. This isn't a game. Her eyes widen, like the gravity of what I've said has