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?"

then her face softens. "But seriously, don't mess it

enemies when I've

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

the moment. The moment I can't

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

non-profit faster than a

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

try to sound convincing, but the word comes out

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

don't know, Winona,"

I'm pretty sure they're gonna chew me up

overthinking. You're smart, you're

but it feels like I'm

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

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

is it. Walk in, keep your

first, calm as a queen, like this is just another day in her empire. I follow

area is

of a

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

her. I'm too busy trying not to throw up.

my feet feel like they're stuck in cement. My breath comes faster. I can't

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