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 in

God," I murmur, my voice barely

happened? I can

the way he threw Judy's words in my face-it all

to focus on breathing, on staying calm for the baby, but my

steps in, her medical briefcase in hand. Her

staff hovering nearby,

of me, placing a warm hand on my knee. "Let's get your blood pressure checked,

I nod.

put on the kettle and

"Yes."

Winona into the bedroom.

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and I let her help

Tell me all about it in

murmurs, her voice a soothing balm. I follow her instructions, inhaling and

"It's high,"

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

the tea. "Sip it slowly, Chamomile." She takes my hand, her expression gentle but serious. "Winona, I know

the kids at the theme park. Jayden and

try and work through your

swallow hard, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach. "I'm trying," I whisper. "I really am. Jayden was so angry. I couldn't stop him. I fell back and hit

the cottage fills with noise. Lisa and the kids are

them their father isn't

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

Winona is resting in her

happened to you?" I hear

sharp and commanding. "Mama is resting. You need to wash up

combined groan of the kids and them asking where Jayden

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

go quiet. Wow, that