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 seriously, don't mess it up.

snort. "Who needs enemies when I've got

floor will drop out from under me. My chest

is the moment. The

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

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

I feel like a pretender in this suit, fidgeting with my briefcase like it's my life raft. "You

try to sound convincing, but the word comes out shaky. "Just-just nervous. Really freaking

You've

don't know,

girl-guide cookie. I'm pretty sure they're gonna chew me up and spit

look at me. "Stop overthinking. You're smart, you're capable,

but it feels like I'm sucking

over me. It's like my stomach is trying to

the plaque COLLINS

Walk in, keep your cool,

a queen, like this is just another day in her empire. I follow her in a daze, my shoes clicking too loudly against the polished

area

of a magazine. Minimalist

everything screams power and wealth. And me? I feel like m about to burst into flames just

smile tight, professional. I swear she's sizing me up, but I can't 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

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

walks back to me and guides me with on hand as she opens the door with the other. "Go