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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hangs up, his eyes finding mine. "She's on her way. She

thank God," I murmur, my voice barely above a

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

words in my face-it all keeps playing on a

try to focus on breathing, on staying calm for the baby,

door and steps in, her medical briefcase in hand.

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

she says, her voice gentle but firm. She kneels in front of me, placing a warm hand on my knee. "Let's get your blood

I nod.

and make

"Yes."

into the bedroom. I'll be out

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protest and I let her help me into

all about it in your own

touch reassuring. "Try to breathe slowly," she murmurs, her voice a

deepens. "It's high," she says, not

can't go to the hospital," I whisper. "The kids need me here... I don't want to be

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

slowly, Chamomile." She 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 were supposed to be having a

see. Just try and

to my stomach. "I'm trying," I whisper. "I really am. Jayden was so angry. I couldn't stop him. I

and the kids are

to tell them

out to the living area. I

I'm Klara. Winona is resting in her

the hell has happened to you?" I

sharp and commanding. "Mama is

the combined groan of the kids

her hands sharply. "Come along! Your father is delayed a few more days and your mama is

quiet.