Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

I can't breathe..

Meeting this CEO is going to be the death of me. I've been throwing up from nerves all morning.

I adjust my blazer, trying to act like I'm not about to pass out, and glance over at Winona, who's giving me the look-the one that says she's about two seconds away from laughing at me.

I've never worn a damn blazer in my life. Give me a mini-dress any day.

"You know, I didn't sign up for this level of stress. I thought we were just going to grab lunch with some rich guy, not audition for a role in The Apprentice," I mutter under my breath, trying to hide the shaky hands clutching my bag. Winona raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "It's not The Apprentice. Just act like you know what you're doing. And for God's sake, don't spill a drink on the guy."

"Drink, do you think he'll offer some bubbles?" I deadpan.

"It's 9am, I think not, I meant coffee."

""Damn."

""You'll survive."

"Barely. I'm not cut out for this crap."

"You know it. I'll always be your personal cheerleader," she says, eyes glinting. "And if you mess up? I'll throw some confetti in the air and call it a party."

"If I mess up? Don't you mean when?"

She rubs my arm lightly. "You've got this."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm the fake it till I make it expert, remember?"

spirit." She smirks, but then her face softens. "But seriously, don't mess it up. I'll judge you

snort. "Who needs enemies when I've got friends

will drop out from under me. My chest is tight,

here. This is it. This is the moment.

knew more than anyone how I detest the thought of

than a houseplant. And that's pretty damn

I feel like a pretender in this

but the word comes

a second. "You'll be fine. You've got this. They're not going to eat

don't know, Winona,"

about to meet the CEO of Lance's non-profit organization. I've never even solda girl-guide cookie. I'm pretty sure they're

me. "Stop overthinking. You're smart, you're capable, and you've done harder things than

try to breathe calmly, but it feels like I'm sucking in air

trying to eat itself,

reach the door, and I read the plaque COLLINS CHARITIES and I can

is it. Walk in, keep

just another day in her empire. I follow her in a daze, my shoes clicking

reception area

of a magazine. Minimalist furniture,

screams power and wealth. And me? I feel like m

on her. I'm too busy trying not to throw up. Winona doesn't hesitate, strolling forward with a confident stride. "Thank you." Her voice carries that perfect mix of business and charm. She looks at

step forward, but my feet feel like they're stuck in cement.

me with on hand as she opens the door with the other. "Go ahead," she whispers. "You