Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

441 Quiet Hopes and Hidden Plans

(Winona)

I type out the message carefully, pausing after each sentence to make sure I haven't missed anything. This appointment has to be airtight in terms of confidentiality-no chance of anyone finding out what it's really about.

W: Hi, I'd like to confirm an ultrasound appointment. Discretion is critical. Can you ensure my records are sealed and only accessible to me and the attending physician?

The response comes quickly, and I feel a flicker of relief.

Clinic: Of course, Mrs. Brennan. Your privacy is our utmost priority. We have a slot available tomorrow at 10 a.m. Will that work for you?

W: Perfect. Thank you.

I sit back and stare at the phone, the screen glowing in the soft afternoon light streaming through the cottage window. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll hear the baby's heartbeat. And if everything's okay. If.

I type another message, this time to Jayden.

W: Scan is tomorrow. 10am. U think u can pull off the magic plan?

His reply comes a few minutes later, as calm and collected.

J: Already in motion. Don't worry.

I let out a breath, clutching the phone to my chest for a moment. He makes it sound so easy, like coordinating an undercover ultrasound appointment while dodging Judy's watchful eyes is just another day at the office.

"Just a heads-up," I say casually. "I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. I'll need you all to get the kids' morning routine done before school, please." "Yes, of course. No problem. You okay, Mrs. Brennan?" asks Elise, one of the younger caretakers. She's

isn't the one who's been sucked in by

small laugh. "Just Winona is fine. I'm not Mrs. Brennan anymore-well,

Are you sure

light and casual. "I have a history of endometriosis and PCOS. Stress doesn't

nods, her face kind but professional. "We'll keep things

set a firm date for leaving

place, and head outside to the garden. The fresh air is crisp and soothing, carrying the faint scent of flowers and damp earth. This

by

The irony isn't lost. on me-Jayden and I always seem to achieve more and get

because of the kids.

know if this baby will make it, if

as I do, I'll give them all the

hello-sends a pang through me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting the cool air calm me. I can't let fear consume

my mind drifts. Tomorrow is a big day. The scan

Real and scary.

sneaks in again, uninvited, and I shove it away just as quickly. Jayden said he'd handle it, and I have to

baby isn't just mine; it's ours. And even though our relationship is a complicated, tangled mess, Jayden deserves to be a

if it goes well, it'll also set the clock ticking on our departure. The thought of leaving Brussels, of uprooting the kids yet again, is

pause, resting my elbows on

feels inevitable, but I can't deny that a part of me doesn't want to go. I've grown to love it here, even with all the challenges and uncertainties. There's a simplicity to this life, a rhythm that feels

with Judy still in the picture, not

my hands, resolving to make the most of the time we have left here. For the kids, for myself, for this