Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

530 The Third Wheel

(Lisa)

The sound of kids laughing and fighting all at once is a special kind of chaos. Not loud enough to make me need earplugs but constant enough to make me question why anyone willingly signs up for this parenting gig. I'm sitting at the farmhouse kitchen table, nursing a mug of herbal tea because Winona says it's for relaxation, apparently-while Winona navigates the madness with calm efficiency.

Tastes like I'm drinking fresh-cut grass. Eww.

"Sarah, put the scissors down before someone loses an eyebrow!" Winona shouts from the stove, where she's flipping breakfast pancakes with one hand and holding Henry on her hip with the other.

Jayden strolls in, looking half-asleep but still managing to make kissing her cheek seem like the most romantic move in the world. He grabs Henry and tosses him in the air, making the toddler squeal with laughter. "Morning," Jayden says to me, his voice a deep rumble that doesn't match the little boy giggling in his arms. "You sleep okay?"

"Like the dead," I lie, forcing a grin.

In reality, I didn't sleep at all. Turns out, pregnancy insomnia is a thing. Combine that with the little voice in my head screaming, what the hell are you doing? and it's a miracle I'm upright.

Winona glances over her shoulder, giving me a knowing look. "You look like the dead."

"Oh, thanks for the observation." I wiggle my mug dramatically. "This tastes like the dead. Are you trying to kill me?"

She laughs. "Don't exaggerate, it's good for you."

"It's awful. I don't know how you can drink the stuff."

"It's an acquired taste."

"Nope...not today. Nor any day." I push the mug away.

Winona grins and gets busy setting a tall stack of pancakes on the table while her kids swarm like seagulls at a beach picnic.

Abbey insists on syrup for everyone, even though half of it ends up on her shirt, and Bobby and Sarah are arguing over who gets a particular strawberry they both need, despite a whole bowlful being there. It's madness. Total madness.

And it's kinda beautiful.

Which makes my stomach twist in that way it always does when I feel something I don't want to.

do they do this? How do they manage a family

pancake?" Winona's voice snaps

"Not really a breakfast

the fruit in the last

a while," I grin. There's been plenty of nights like that and then sleep

smiles too. "We had some times, didn't

four of us..." I trail

know how to raise. It's better off with someone else as it's

when she's broken inside from losing hers. She tries to hide it, but I

her. Not now.

of us knew. Okay, she was in

like she's been mortally wounded. Winona moves to intervene, but Jayden's already on it, scooping up Henry and issuing

goes to clean

Abbey's tear-stained cheek. Then Winona proceeds to clear away the food and dishes and the

sport makes my chest ache. Because I

just the logistics-the diapers, the school runs, the tantrums-but the caring. The giving a shit about someone else so much that

is not me.

me, sure, but not in the way Winona and Jayden love their kids. They were jet-setters, living off inherited wealth, hosting

grew up in luxury

perpetual third wheel to their glamorous, carefree lifestyle. And they

they

I

either.

independent.

QUMS

anything ever being like a normal childhood and just

His baby deserves more. His baby should have a real family home

you okay?" Winona asks, sliding

been staring into the tea like it holds the secrets of the universe. "Yeah. Just zoned out. Is it always like this at

brow furrows and then she grins,

Abbey interrupts.

look! I made you