Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

484 Stay With Me, Winona

(Jayden)

I burst through the front door, taking the stairs two at a time to the second floor. I pray I'm in time. I stop at the bottom of the attic stairs.

Then I see her.

Winona lies crumpled halfway down the attic stairs, her body twisted awkwardly. Her head jammed up against the wall, her hand rests on a spindle. Blood pools beneath her head on the stair, dark and horrifying, and for a second, I'm frozen.

My mind blanks out, every thought swept away by raw panic.

But then I snap back. She needs me. She needs me to be fully present, not panicking.

I force myself forward, the first aid kit from the car clutched in my shaking hands. Every instinct screams at me to scoop her up, to hold her, but I stop myself. If she's hurt her neck or spine... I could make it worse. My knees hit the stair below her, and I reach for her wrist with trembling fingers.

A faint pulse. Relief crashes over me so hard I almost collapse, but it's short-lived. She's alive, but for how long?

I tear open the first aid kit, my hands shaking so badly it takes me three tries to pull out a compress. Her head is still bleeding, a slow but steady seep that sends fresh waves of terror through me. I press the compress against the wound, careful not to move her. I need to stop the bleeding.

"Winona," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Winona, baby, can you hear me? Please, open your eyes. Please..."

She doesn't move. Her chest rises and falls faintly, but her body is limp, almost lifeless. My throat constricts as I clutch her hand, holding it as tightly as I dare.

"I'm here," I say, tears burning my eyes. "I'm right here. Hold on for me, okay? Hold on for the kids. Just hold on."

desperate, and I can't stop them. I don't want to stop them. I should have

damn pride and none of it matters. None of it. Lance

the tears come faster. I press my forehead against her hand, my shoulders shaking. "I love you. I love you so much, and I've been a fool not to show you

my voice and the faint rasp of her breathing. The sight of her bloodied head and motionless body makes my stomach churn, but I force

the compress steady. I need to

pass, any of it. All I care about is you. Us. Our family. I should've said this sooner. I should've fought harder for us instead of pushing you away." My gaze drops to her stomach, the slight curve barely noticeable. "And him. Our new

needs you,

the fuck

on-I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'll show you every single day how much you mean to me." I hear sirens growing louder, and I exhale shakily, keeping the compress

worst. What if she doesn't wake up? What if I lose her? The thought

lose her. I

rush up the

ago. I've been here five minutes. I didn't move her. She's pregnant-sixteen weeks,

need you to move so

to let her go but I know I have to get out of

her movements calm and efficient. She checks Winona's pulse and nods. "You

and carefully move her onto a stretcher. The sight of her pale, almost lifeless form

neutral but kind. "We'll get her on fluids and check for anything obvious. We'll do everything we

you'll stay calm if anything

"I will."

hands shake as I pull out my phone, dialing the

Brennan,"

"My wife,