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.

be at the hen's night, and then I get a

try calling her again, even though I already know how this is going to go. The

again. Just checking in. Call me when you get

she'd be home tonight. I should just stop being a mother hen. She wants her freedom and she's been handling life

said they

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 are at the same place, he won't have

Jeast I've tried.

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

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about much but Abby Intely I try

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

voice is cold, clipped What can I do for you?

I

I can be the suspicion in her

need to

asks, though her tone is more calculating

into my voice.

been difficult lately," she says, ignoring my request entirely "We've had

about the shares. He's stalling, and I need him to get back on track. He's ignored my calls since last night. If you're talking to him, remind

thread. 1 don't care about your business deals or shares Can

with him, tell

text from Judy-Gabriel's number. I immediately dial it, pacing the room as I