Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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274 Henry's Health Crisis (Jayden)

Henry's been in isolation for hours now, hooked up to every machine imaginable. The sight of him behind that glass, with tubes in his tiny body, knocked the wind out of me. My son. My tiny boy. He'd been doing so well.

And there's nothing I can do to help him. I can't hold him. I can't even touch him. All I can do is stand there and pray the doctors figure out what's wrong.

They think it's a virus or some type of infection, something that hit him hard and fast, but they haven't ruled anything out yet.

His heart-there's always a fear that the genetic defect that runs through our family might resurface.

I can't even think about that possibility

"Jayden, I don't understand how this could happen so quickly," Winona says, breaking the silence, her voice shaky, barely above a whisper,

I stop pacing and go to her. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and I know she's on the verge of breaking. I put my arms around her shoulders. "I don't know," I admit, my voice hoarse. "But they're doing everything they

can.

She nods, but her eyes drift away again, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. I know that look. She's here, but she's not. Not completely. Something's pulling her focus away from Henry.

Is she thinking about someone else from this past week? Phillip?

"Winona." My voice is sharper than I mean it to be, but I'm at my limit. "Where are you right now?"

Her head snaps up, her eyes wide in surprise. "What?"

not fully

I think she's going to deny it. But then she sighs, rubbing her hands over her face.

confused but

changing her flight and going hiking

the worry in her voice is unmistakable. "But Gus said she was still planning to bé at the hen's party the last he spoke

"Gus?"

But he came back yesterday on his

knows more about all this than I

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said she hadn't heard from Gabriel either. He

be coming to me with this stuff. Not

wish us well on our wedding day before

is fine. But maybe, check incoming flights. See what

just want them to say our

our eyes locked

isolation until we're sure he's responding to the treatment. He's on a breathing machine to help his lungs, and we've started him on tube feeding to try

me. Critical. Breathing machine. Isolation. I nod mechanically,

doctor shakes his head. "We've run tests, and it's not his heart. It's a virus. But his immune system is struggling to fight it off. We're doing everything we can

my knuckles white. Winona lets out a shaky breath beside

on to her is the only thing keeping me

him?" she asks, her voice

no contact," the doctor says gently. "I'm sorry. He needs to be kept in a sterile environment

alternative." The doctor gives us a grave look. "You may