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?"

softens. "But

enemies when I've got friends

will drop out from under me. My chest is tight, my palms slick with sweat, my heart pounding

This is it. This is the moment. The moment I

a party girl. What the fuck was Lance thinking? He knew more than anyone how I detest the thought of a real

this non-profit faster than a houseplant. And that's pretty damn

owns the place. She's all business, all confidence. Meanwhile, I feel like a pretender in this suit, fidgeting with my briefcase like it's my life raft. "You okay?" Winona's voice cuts through my chaos, and I blink,

but the word comes

You've got this.

know, Winona," I

even solda girl-guide cookie. I'm pretty sure they're gonna chew me up and spit me out. I'll be

smart, you're capable, and you've done harder things

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

crashing over me. It's like my stomach is trying to eat itself, and my legs? They're barely holding me up.

the door, and I read the plaque COLLINS CHARITIES and I can already feel my

Walk in, keep your

day in her empire. I follow her in a daze, my shoes clicking too loudly against

area

a magazine. Minimalist furniture,

wealth. And me? I feel like m about to burst into

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

stuck in cement. My breath comes

guides me with on hand as she opens the door with the other. "Go ahead," she whispers. "You got this." The door swings