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.

supposed to be there. She told him she'd be at the hen's night,

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

you get this, okay?" I hang

wedding is tomorrow, and her last message said she'd be home tonight. I should just stop being a mother hen. She wants her freedom and she's been handling life fine really. Apart from my concern over Gabriel being older, Cass has been making

said they were

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

Jeast I've tried.

can think who does, aside from Cass, is someone I'd rather not talk to.

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over her contact info We haven't spoken about much but Abby Intely I try to keep it to that. I don't want her knowing anything about me or my life

button, Bracing myself for

is cold, clipped What can I do for you? Is Abby

fine. I need Gabriel's

a pause, and when she speaks again, I can

to

her tone is

say, frustration creeping into my voice. "Why would you ask

has been difficult lately," she says, ignoring my

get back on track. He's ignored my calls since last

I cut her off, my patience hanging by a thread. 1 don't care about

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

Judy-Gabriel's number. I immediately dial it, pacing