Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

423 My Dream Life

423 My Dream Life

423 My Dream Life

(Winona)

Another girl who looks Abby's age approaches with a friendly smile.

"This is Lotte. Lotte, this is Abby, she is six like you."

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"Want to see the sandbox?" Lotte asks, her voice sweet and inviting. Abby hesitates for a moment and looks up at me.

"Go ahead, darling. I'll just be inside with Klara."

Abby smiles and then lets go of my hand to follow Lotte around the side of the house.

Bobby hangs back, his eyes scanning the scene until the teenage girl with a tablet walks over. "Hey," she says with a friendly smile. "I'm Katalin. Come and meet my brother, he's working on another invention." She rolls her eyes and smiles. Bobby just follows her like a puppy dog.

"I think he'd follow her to Mars if she asked." I grin. "I can't blame him."

"Katalin has that effect on boys. But don't worry, she doesn't let that go to her head. It's her business first

for her."

"Business?"

social media and marketing

wow! How old

She'll be keen to

the way technology is moving, she can

get you settled inside," she says. "I know you've had a long drive,

Henry cradled against me. The interior is cozy and inviting,

and the kitchen table is laden with jars of homemade jams, honey,

have come out of a

but I can tell you, it gets chaotic

know how you

they help out with the young ones as needed. The younger ones all have their jobs to do." Klara sets Leo down in a playpen in the kitchen, and Henry coos softly as I put

where are you?" Klara calls out. Then she looks out the kitchen window. "Oh, there

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Have to have eyes in

I ask, absolutely

about a

think I'm hopeless complaining

too. Especially when the older ones were small and we had no work prospects. Not knowing where the next meal was coming from

knowing how hard it must have been. "I've never had that worry with my own kids, but as a kid, that was a different story. I want to give

soon as you find

breaths," she reminds me, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my arm. Her touch is gentle

chatter of children outside. The cuff tightens and releases, and Klara studies the reading with a smile. "That is perfect. Considering what you've been through lately. Are you

How are you

aside our differences and work through the fact that we both have made some bad choices