Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 292

292 My Struggle (Cass)

I'm lying in this hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to get my shit together. My body's still trembling from the aftereffects of the drugs they pumped into me.

Meth. Of all the fucking things they could've used.

I've been through withdrawal before, but this feels different. Darker. Like it's gripping onto me harder than anything ever has. I know what that means. I know meth is one of the most addictive things out there. The worst part? I can feel it calling to me, already scratching at the back of my mind. It terrifies me.

The doctors say I'm doing well. Physically, I'm recovering faster than they expected, but mentally? That's another story. I've always had demons. Always fought through the shit life's thrown at me. But this? +-don't know how to handle it.

"Cass?" A soft knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. Winona steps in, looking as put together as ever, but I can see the exhaustion in her eyes. She's been through a lot too. Probably more than me. "Hey," I mutter, sitting up a little in the bed.

She walks over, pulling up a chair beside me. "How're you feeling?"

I shrug, forcing a smile. "Better than I was. Still a mess, though."

"You're not a mess, Cass. You survived a traumatic event." Winona's voice is steady, but I can hear the worry beneath it.

"Now I just need to

"Yeah, survived. That's about it." I glance down at my hands, clenching them into fists. "Now I work out how to get back to normal life."

Winona reaches out, her hand resting on my arm. "You're stronger than you think. You'll get through this. We'll get through this."

I want to believe her. I really do. But my mind is already racing, thinking about what happens when I leave here. When I have to face life again. I can't run from this, but I sure as hell don't know how to deal with it either. "The doctors are talking about counseling. They say it'll help," I say, my voice low.

"I think that's a good idea," Winona replies, her voice soft but firm. "You don't have to do this alone. You shouldn't."

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