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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his eyes finding mine. "She's on her way. She was still

murmur, my

I tell Klara what just happened? I can barely

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

focus on breathing, on staying calm for

steps in, her medical briefcase

bruised face, the staff hovering nearby, and me, hunched over on the

me, placing a

I nod.

kettle and make some

"Yes."

bedroom. I'll

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exhausted to protest and I let her help me into

all about it in your

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

and Klara's frown 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

some tea and see if it comes down a

it slowly, Chamomile." She takes my hand, her expression gentle but serious. "Winona, I know that's easier said than done to relax. Where are

kids at the theme park. Jayden and I

try and work through your

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.

the kids

tell them

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

Winona is resting in

has happened to you?" I hear

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

the kids and them asking where

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

go quiet. Wow, that