Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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I take a step back, assessing the open-plan kitchen, dining, and family room. It's finally coming together. Fresh flowers from the garden fill vases on the counter

The windows gleam, and through them, I can see the forested areas and mountains. Every view, every little touch, feels like it belongs to us:

Keeping myself busy with this house has become more than a distraction. Each polished surface, each thoughtfully placed piece, feels like a tiny triumph over the panic that keeps creeping in.

I need to focus on things I can control-the endless arrangement of pillows, the organization of drawers, the flow of each room. These are things that make sense. Things I can handle.

In two days, Jayden will be back, and every part of me aches for his presence here. The kids and I have been working non-stop, setting up their rooms, making sure there's space for each of their personalities to shine.

Bobby's been a wonder, diving into landscaping and gardening with a passion I hadn't seen in him before. He's caring for the kitten too, handling the tiny furball with a tenderness that surprises me. It's like his support cat. Sarah's been deep in her own world, creating decor pieces and hanging them around her room with the decorators. And Abby-well, she's tagging along with anyone who'll listen to her endless stream of chatter.

This place is doing something to us, bringing us together in a way that feels almost magical. But in quiet 'moments, that sinking feeling still clings, hidden beneath the excitement of this fresh start.

This baby has thrown everything I thought I knew into a dizzying blur. I want so badly to believe I can carry this pregnancy to term and welcome this new life into the world, safe and healthy. But I know too much. The statistics, the risks, doubts in every corner of my mind.

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The last time I was pregnant, it was nothing like this. I didn't have these quiet, terrified conversations with myself about what might happen, about whether this baby was Jayden's, or what it would mean if it wasn't.

clarity, and it's twisting itself around every thought. Staying busy

up for us. Making it feel like a retreat, a place to

door and find himself at home, truly at

me enough answers to calm this whirlwind in my mind. To know it's Jayden's. Anything

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light up when he finds out, not darken with doubt or worry. Not for him to get eaten up by jealousy and rage. Not after the

in her wake like a tiny shadow. The cat adores all the kids. She beams up at

found these for our new house,"

to give her a quick

the island counter and I

as

a small vase on the counter and catch sight of Bobby through the window, working alongside

swell of pride seeing him take ownership of something with such confidence. This outdoor work is giving him a sense of purpose, a place to belong.

back out, my thoughts drift back to the tiny life growing inside me. I'd made peace with never having another child. After Abby, I'd let that dream slip away, convincing myself

I could carry this to term or long enough to birth safely. The doctors warned me, their words harsh but necessary. They'd told me it wasn't likely I'd have a

am, daring to

eyes lighting up when she sees me. "Mom, look!" she says, lifting a few handmade decorations. "Can

"Thank you."