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?"

face softens. "But seriously, don't mess it up. I'll judge you

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

under me. My chest is

here. This is it. This is the moment. The

out for corporate. I'm a party girl. What the fuck was Lance thinking? He knew more than anyone how I detest the

kill this non-profit faster than a houseplant. And

all business, all confidence. Meanwhile, I feel like a pretender in this suit, fidgeting with my

the word comes out

"You'll be fine. You've got this. They're

know,

never even solda girl-guide cookie. I'm pretty sure they're gonna chew me

but doesn't even look at me. "Stop overthinking. You're smart, you're

calmly, but it feels like

trying to eat itself, and my legs? They're barely holding me

plaque COLLINS CHARITIES

it. Walk in, keep

steps inside first, calm as a queen, like this is just another day in her empire. I follow her in a daze, my shoes clicking too

reception area

a

like m about to burst into flames just by being

focus 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 me and nods her

forward, but my feet feel like they're stuck in cement. My breath comes faster. I can't do this. I can't do this. I

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