Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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408 The Aftermath

408 The Aftermath

(Winona)

The cottage is eerily quiet after the fight. The only sound is my own ragged breathing as I sit on the edge. of the sofa, my head still spinning from hitting the step The ache in my chest, both from physical pain and the emotional wreckage Jayden left behind, refuses to

fade.

Lance stands a few feet away, his face battered and bruised. Estate staff are tending to his cuts, wiping away the blood with practiced but concerned efficiency.

He keeps glancing at me, eyes full of worry, but I can't bring myself to meet his gaze.

I'm trying to keep it together, but I'm unraveling fast. I'm hot and sweaty and each pulse rushes through

my ears.

"Do you have Klara's number?"

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. "She lives a three-hour drive away and she has her own family. But she will know who can come see me."

"Okay. Otherwise, I'm taking you to the nearest hospital."

"As if you're in any condition to drive."

"Klara," Lance says, into my phone, his voice thick with urgency. "I'm Lance, Winona's friend. Winona... She's not doing well. She says you might know someone who can come out here?"

I close my eyes, pressing my hands to my stomach, trying to calm the waves of nausea and fear. Klara knows everything. She knows how fragile this pregnancy is, how my stress is a threat to the baby. And to

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"She's on her way. She was still

thank God," I murmur, my voice

I tell Klara what just happened? I can barely make sense of

anger, the way he threw Judy's words in my face-it all keeps playing on a

staying calm for the baby, but

Klara taps the door and steps in, her medical briefcase in hand. Her eyes sweep over the

Lance's bruised face, the staff hovering nearby, and me,

voice gentle but firm. She kneels in front of me, placing a warm hand on

I nod.

and make some tea?" She

"Yes."

Winona into the bedroom.

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I let her help me into

Tell me all about it in your

blood pressure cuff around my arm, her touch reassuring. "Try to breathe slowly," she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm. I follow her instructions, inhaling

machine beeps, and Klara's frown deepens. "It's high,"

look away, blinking back tears. "I can't go to the hospital," I

soften, but she doesn't budge. "Your health comes first, Winona. And the baby's. But let's not make any rash decisions. We'll have some tea and see if it comes down a bit. Relax. I'll go get the

takes my hand, her expression gentle but serious. "Winona, I know that's easier said than done

to visit. Lisa has the kids at the theme park. Jayden and I

try and

Jayden was so angry. I couldn't stop him. I fell back and hit my head." "Let me

with noise. Lisa and the kids

to tell them

to me." Klara stands up and marches out to the living area. I can hear her

Winona is resting in

the hell has happened to you?" I

is resting. You need to wash up

the combined groan of the kids and them asking where

along! Your father is delayed a few more days and your mama is not feeling well. Stop complaining and

go quiet.