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?"

She smirks, but then her face softens. "But seriously,

"Who needs enemies when I've got friends like you,

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

This is the moment. The moment

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

than a houseplant. And

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,

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

studies me for a second. "You'll be fine. You've got this. They're not

don't know, Winona,"

non-profit organization. I've never even solda girl-guide cookie. I'm pretty sure they're gonna chew me up and spit me out. I'll be lucky

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

it feels like I'm sucking in air through a

It's like my stomach is trying to eat itself, and my

read the plaque COLLINS

it. Walk in, keep your cool,

turns the handle and steps inside first, calm as a queen, like this is just another day in her empire. I follow her in a

reception area is

a

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

sizing me up, but I can't focus on her. I'm too busy trying not to throw up. Winona doesn't

but my feet feel like they're stuck in cement. My breath comes faster. I

with on hand as she opens the door with the other.