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."

raw and gut-wrenching. It feels like someone has reached into my chest and ripped out my

down her face, soaking the pillow beneath her. "No. I knew not to get my hopes up. I knew

too. But I'm here, the kids are waiting at home," I say, my voice

slips from mine, moving back to her abdomen as though trying to confirm what she already knows. Her fingers press against the bandages, and she winces. Her

lean closer, my forehead nearly touching hers. "Winona... There was too much bleeding.

her breathing

tasting like ash. "They had

shatter me. I

I know you made the right choice for me. But it's a shock. I can't have more kids, I don't need a womb...but I still

trying

trying to anchor

You're still

the same incredible woman,

mine, filled with pain. "I'm not the same," she says, her voice raw. "I'm broken. But other women get through this and I will toot's

her expression professional but kind. "Mrs, Brennan, you're awake. I check your vitals. Then you need to rest, get your strength back. Doctor

Winona's temple. "I'll be right outside," I murmur. "I'm

myself to step away, my legs feeling like lead as

sterile. I lean against the wall, running a hand through my hair as I try to steel myself. I have to get it together for

realize it's Lisa who's spoken. Lisa and Cass are sitting on the chairs

woken up, they are checking her out and the doctor

up, her eyes scanning my

voice hollow. "But it's bad. She's... she's

How