Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

442 A Welcome Beat

(Winona)

I pull my coat tighter around me as I step into the clinic. The receptionist greets me with a polite nod. Her European accent is soft and welcoming.

I manage a small smile, keeping my face calm even though my heart feels like it's going to break out of my chest.

Trying to be calm is pretty impossible right now.

Everything about this appointment feels monumental. Not just the ultrasound, but what it means. Jayden will be here.

Secretly.

I need him to be here, but I don't know what it means as far as our marriage goes.

There's an emotional gap that will remain until we get past what happened after he attacked Lance. We've pinned it for now. More Barnaby advice.

The receptionist directs me down a hallway, and I follow her to the waiting room. The clinic is quiet, secluded-perfect for what we need.

I sit down, clutching my bag. Jayden isn't here yet, but I know he'll find a way. That's who he is lately. A man who delivers. Even when I've shattered his trust. Even when he may not want to look at me.

Even when I don't want to look at myself. I just thank God this baby is his because anything else would have meant the end for us. Considering my stupid mistakes, I got out of this better than it could have been.

to speak with him and take my part in all of this. He can't blame himself alone

up, my legs stiff. She guides me into the examination room. The setup is modern but understated-no flashy equipment,

begin shortly," the nurse says in crisp English. "Dr. Klein will be here

sorry? That I was wrong? How do we even begin to

Judy out of our lives for good.

over a gray

it. Getting our emotions tangled up in this and then deciding we can do okay apart,

I say softly.

behind him. "Hey. I did. How

hug or kiss. The air between us feels

add, my

sits on the chair beside the bed, his arms crossed. His gaze lingers on me, but I can't tell what

Dr. Klein, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and a warm demeanor. He

everything's progressing," he says.

Jayden,

procedure as the nurse helps me lie back and prepare. I try to focus on his words, but my mind is elsewhere. On

my abdomen snaps me back to the moment. Dr. Klein maneuvers the transducer, his movements practiced and precise. The screen flickers to life, and I hold my breath. Jayden steps closer, his posture tense. His eyes are

go," Dr. Klein says, a small smile on his

rhythmic

eyes. I glance at Jayden, his expression softens. His eyes shine with moisture. He's staring at the screen, his jaw clenched, but his eyes... They're also full of something I've been trying

he says,