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.

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 about my age and has been

she isn't the one who's been sucked

I say with a small laugh. "Just Winona is fine. I'm not Mrs. Brennan anymore-well, soon I won't

concern. "We'll miss you. Are you sure you're okay? Nothing

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

things running here. You just focus on

I should be back by lunch. Afterward, I'll set a firm date for leaving and focus on

and head outside to the garden. The fresh air is crisp and

by the rosemary

leaves. The irony isn't lost. on me-Jayden and I always seem to achieve more and get along better when we're just friends. We started as friends, and I know,

because of the kids.

will show. I don't know if this baby will make it,

now. And for as long as I do, I'll

say goodbye before I even get to say hello-sends a pang through me. I close my eyes and

working automatically while my mind drifts. Tomorrow is a

Real and scary.

uninvited, and I shove it away just as quickly.

And even though our relationship is a complicated, tangled mess, Jayden deserves to be a part of this. He deserves to hear the heartbeat, to feel the

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 daunting.

resting my

I've grown to love it here, even with all the challenges and uncertainties.

Judy still in

and brush the dirt off my hands, resolving to make the most of the