Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Jayden)

I don't want to believe that, but I can't rule it out either. But running away?

No, she would come and tell me. Til go talk to everyone and get the kids home with Anne. We'll postpone. Right now, I need to find her and talk to her.

I find Abby sitting with Sarah and Bobby at the table we're supposed to sign our marriage license on. She looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes, completely unaware of the chaos swirling around her. "Where's Mommy?"

"Hey, sweetheart," I say, crouching down next to her. "Can I talk to you for a second? To all three of you."

She nods, setting her crayons down. "What is it, Daddy?"

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "Mommy isn't here. We can't get married today. okay?"

"But where is she?" Abby says, her eyes shining.

"I think Mommy needed a little holiday, but she'll be back and we'll get married then."

Bobby and Sarah don't say anything. "You know she loves you two, don't you?"

Sarah nods. "She told me before we came down. She told me to tell Bobby she loved him too."

I nod. "What else did she say?"

Abby furre

wants to marry you

sweet.

matter what happens," Abby

me like a punch

"Yup. So we aren't

had some stuff to

still get the

go and eat. I

She nods.

matter what happens. What does

out on me. Not like this. Not if she told Abby she wanted to marry

voice low. "She didn't just leave. Something's wrong.

sure? What if she just... I mean, after the hall pass

279 Postponed Not Canceled

flinches slightly. "Don't you even say it.

uncertainty, but I don't care. I know Winona.

an announcement." I stand and turn to the

The whispers stop as

my chest feels like it's about to collapse. "Not canceled. Just... postponed. Please, have

the words leave my mouth, I turn and walk out of the room,

is in overdrive now. Winona didn't leave me. I know that in my

going to figure out

Lisa, who's followed me into the hallway. "I

serious. "I'll

shake my head. "Stay with the guests. Get this all wrapped up for me. Tell Anne to take the kids home when she's ready. Everything

The disbelief, the anger, the confusion-it's all

penthouse feels cold. Too quiet. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. I need to find something-anything-that can