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?"

the spirit." She smirks, but then her face softens. "But seriously, don't mess it

enemies when I've got

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

This is the moment.

knew more than

this non-profit faster than a houseplant. And

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

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

studies me for a second. "You'll be fine. You've got this.

don't know, Winona,"

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

look at me. "Stop overthinking. You're smart, you're capable, and you've done harder things than this.

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

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

I read the plaque COLLINS CHARITIES and I can already

it. Walk in, keep your cool, don't pass

calm as 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

reception area is

a magazine. Minimalist

I feel like m about to burst into flames

says, her 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.

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

she opens the door with the other.