Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Jayden)

I

"A hall pass?" I repeat, feeling my voice catch in my throat like I've been punched.

She stops pacing, turning to face me with her arms crossed defensively. Her eyes are wide.

I can tell she's still way too far gone from last night, there's something dead serious behind those glassy

eyes.

"Yeah. A hall pass. I mean, if I'm really gonna marry you, I need to... you know... figure some things out."

I blink, staring at her like she just told me she's considering a career as a rodeo clown. "Is this Lisa's idea?"

"No." "Really?"

She groans, throwing her head back dramatically before letting out a loud sigh. "Jayden, I've only ever been with you! What if... what if you're like, the worst in bed and I just don't know it because I've got nothing to compare it to?" I can't help it, I snort. "I can assure you, I'm not the worst-

She cuts me off, waving her hand in the air like she's swatting away a fly. "Self-praise is no recommendation!"

Then she hiccups, followed by an awkward giggle that makes her sound like a drunk cartoon character. I watch her, half-amused, half-stunned as she continues.

And I just don't know it." She wiggles her pinky for emphasis, her face scrunching

"Winona, seriously?"

pinky as if it's the punchline to a joke. "I mean, what if I'm missing out on some... some massive, life-changing experience out there because I've only ever had you?" I take

yell at he

part of me that's been through hell with her, knows I have to stay calm.

You're... confused, or whatever.

well up with tears, and before I could process what's happening, she's crying. Ugly

out if I can live with you and your... your pinky dick for the

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have

I know?" She yells and cries

nose, trying not to laugh at the sheer insanity of this conversation.

to pull herself together. "You just... you don't understand. You've

shirt front, peering up at me. "What if you're just the worst and I'm settling for, like, bottom- shelf tequila when I could be drinking top-shelf vodka? What if I

biting back the urge to argue with her drunken logic. "Bottom-shelf tequila is

escaping her. "I mean... you've never been

an eyebrow. "You're seriously asking for a hall pass because you're worried

up again, and she nods, tears

dud in

me better than I know myself. But I don't

want to be mad,

myself. I might