Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

502 Fragile Bonds

(Jayden)

The next morning, I sat at the edge of her bed in the dim light of the intensive care room. The machines hum softly around us, their rhythmic beeping a constant reminder of how fragile this moment is. Winona's face is pale, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks like she's caught in a restless dream. But she's here, she's going to be okay. But U still have to tell her the news.

She still has to hear me say the words about our baby, about her operation.

Her fingers twitch against the sheets, and my heart leaps. She's waking up.

"Winona?" I lean forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm here. You're okay."

Her eyelids flutter open, her gaze unfocused at first, then locking onto mine. Her lips part, dry and cracked, as she tries to speak.

"Jayden..." Her voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the hum of the machines.

"I'm here," I repeat, my voice steady even though my chest is about to cave in.

She blinks, her hand moving instinctively to her abdomen. A small gasp escapes her lips, and her eyes widen. "The baby..." The tears fell down her cheeks. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Jayden..."

My stomach knots, the words lodging in my throat like a jagged stone. I grip her hand tightly, as though my touch can somehow shield her from what I have to say.

"Winona, listen to me. You're alive. You made it through surgery. You're here with us. That's what matters."

Her eyes search mine, desperate and pleading. "But our baby...our miracle...he's...he's gone."

I close my eyes briefly, the weight of her question pressing down on me like a tidal wave. "Yes. We lost him, Winona. I'm so sorry it wasn't meant to be."

crumples, and a sob escapes her, raw and gut-wrenching. It feels like someone has reached into my chest

whispers, shaking her head weakly. Tears stream down her face, soaking the pillow beneath her. "No. I knew not to get my hopes up. I knew it was too much

believe. We had too. But I'm

Her fingers press against the bandages, and she winces. Her eyes darted

closer, my forehead nearly touching hers. "Winona... There was too much bleeding. The doctors had

her breathing quickening. "What...

words tasting like ash. "They had to perform a hysterectomy. I gave them

I hold her until they

know you made the right choice for me. But it's

whisper, trying to

anchor

You're still you. This

same incredible

she says, her voice raw. "I'm broken. But other women get through this and I will toot's just a

door opens, and a nurse steps in, her expression professional but kind. "Mrs, Brennan, you're awake. I check your vitals. Then you need to rest, get your strength back. Doctor Harris will be here shortly to examine

against Winona's temple. "I'll

force myself to step away, my legs feeling like

against the wall, running a hand through my hair as I try to

spoken. Lisa and Cass

up, they are checking her out and the doctor is

eyes scanning

my voice hollow. "But it's bad.

How