Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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272 Hall Pass Done

(Winona)

The sun creeps in through the drapes, harsh and uninvited. My head feels like it's been hit with a sledgehammer. My body is heavy with the familiar ache of too much alcohol and dancing. And orgasms.

Okay, maybe too many orgasms aren't a thing. I know I sure hit my quota.

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and there's a twinge deep inside me. I think I crossed every line there is to be crossed. Never say never, I guess. I smile.

Anyway, it's done and guess what? I know marrying Jayden is right for me.

I shift slightly under the soft sheets, taking stock of my week of freedom.

And as much as I want to forget it, the memory of last night comes crashing back. The drinks, the dancing... Lance, that man, there were women, the things that happened afterwards.

I groan, pulling the sheet up over my head. My bed is now empty, and for that, I'm grateful. There's no need to deal with the awkwardness of morning-after conversations.

No regrets to address, no apologies to make.

I had fun last night-maybe too much fun-but I know one thing for sure: I'm done with the hall pass. This little experiment is over.

I rub my temples, trying to shake off the fog in my brain. I need water, coffee, something to kick me back into gear. Cass. I scramble to find my phone and check it. No messages or missed calls.

last night replays in my head-Cass was supposed to be there. She told him she'd be at the hen's night, and then

again, even though I already know how this is

me when you get this, okay?" I hang

her freedom

they

just fine. There's no need to assume anything else. But I am assuming it. For some reason I just can't let it go. The hen's night was important to Cass. Maybe I can try Gabriel's phone. But if they

Jeast I've tried.

problem-I don't have his number. And the only person I can think who does, aside

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about much but Abby Intely I try to keep it to that. I don't want her knowing anything

don't have a choice. I hit the call button, Bracing myself for whatever fresh hell this is about

the second ring "Winona," Judy's voice is cold, clipped What can I do for you? Is

she's fine. I

speaks again, I can be the suspicion in her

need to talk

her tone is more

say, frustration creeping into my voice. "Why would

difficult lately," she says, ignoring

I need him to get back on track. He's ignored

hanging by a thread. 1 don't care about your business deals or shares Can you give me his number,

time. Finally, she sighs. Fine. I'll text it to you. But if you do get in touch with him, tell him to call me. Immediately." "I'm not your messenger," I snap, before hanging up I don't have time for her

a text from Judy-Gabriel's number. I immediately dial it,