Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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Lisa pours the wine, her eyebrow quirked as she glances at me from across her small kitchen island. "So, what exactly did he say?"

I take a long drink from my glass, trying to let the alcohol smooth the edges of my nerves. "He wants to stop living together until the wedding," I say, keeping my voice flat. "And he thinks we should stop sleeping in the same bed." Lisa nearly chokes on her wine, setting the bottle down with a clatter. "Wait, what?" She's staring at me, eyes wide.

I shrug, swirling the wine in my glass. "Not exactly. Just until the wedding. We'd already agreed to not have sex until the wedding night."

She leans back, folding her arms. "That's a whole new level of self-control. Are we sure he's not an alien? I mean were you okay with the no-actual-sex thing?"

"I was, until he started saying Ashlyn's name and the fucking safe word in his sleep.

"He did what now?" Lisa's eyes are wider.

I nod. "I just don't know what to think. These dreams, he says they are nightmares. But they sound like pretty happy nightmares sometimes."

"You should have told me."

"I couldn't even tell him I knew."

"Man, I mean, fuck me! What happened?"

"Last night, he had the worst one. He was shook and I was shook. I couldn't pretend I was asleep."

"Girl, this is next level. You always seem to top yourself. Stop it."

I can't help but laugh a bit. "It's more than that, Lisa. He says he needs me to be sure. That we both need time to figure this out." Lisa tilts her head, her tone softening. "And what do you think?"

"I don't know, Lisa. That's the thing."

Lisa sets her glass down, her eyes narrowing in on me. "So what's the real issue hare? You don't trust him, or you don't trust yourself?"

never going to be able to trust him the way I need

hell and back with him. But the question isn't whether he's worth trusting. It's whether you

of wine. "It's not just that," I continue my voice shaky. "It's

of it, at

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beginning to remember us. When he was actively pursuing me, he was going

it. You're

told me there were rumors about the type of

Ashlyn. It was... dark. I don't know all the details, but I know it was intense. And I'm scared that part of him still wants that, still needs it. And

doing it in his dreams, with her. She's fucking dead, fucking him and fucking with

think he

I be sure? What if, deep down, that's what he needs. I don't want him settling with me. I want to be

scanning my face, "Look, I'm not an expert in

raise my eyebrows in disbelief. No one is more qualified than

bit

"A bit?"

be able to satisfy him the way

on

her arm. "Stop

You gotta admit, it's a little funny. Plenty of hot-blooded guys like to concede control and take orders sometimes. Maybe it's something you should explore together." "No. I'd never be

what you're

any sex with

to her.

problem, isn't it?"

it is,"

all that stuff because she was worried

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to you?