Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

535 The Boardroom Battle

(Winona)

Today isn't just any meeting-it's the meeting. The one where the board either gets behind my vision for the app's future or decides I'm just a placeholder CEO with a famous name.

I step out of the bedroom, grabbing my portfolio from the dresser. Jayden is in the kitchen like he doesn't have a million things to do before he leaves for Brussels.

He looks up as I walk in, his gaze sweeping over me in that slow, assessing way.

"Wow! Stunning. You look like you could fire everyone before they've even said hello," he says, smirking.

I huff, placing my portfolio into my leather briefcase. "I'm considering it."

"Nervous?"

I scoff. "No."

He raises an eyebrow. "Winona."

"Fine, I'm nervous. Only a lot," I quip.

Jayden folds his arms. "They'd be idiots not to get behind you. You've already proven it's your priority."

"That doesn't mean they're going to just hand me the budget I need," I counter. "The marketing strategy is aggressive. The rebrand isn't cheap. The amount of money I'm asking them to invest is—"

"Exactly what they need to do if they want to dominate the market," he cuts in. "Winona, you know this industry. You know finance. You know people. Lance wouldn't have you in that chair if you weren't the right person for it." I let out a slow breath. He's right, but that doesn't mean I trust these board members will see it that way.

"Go in with no doubts," he says, his voice firm. "You have the numbers to back you up. You have the research. Don't doubt yourself. You've done the work, no go sell the idea with no hesitation."

He's right. "No hesitation."

he left me this. But he also had a habit of throwing people into the deep end just to see if they'd sink

"I need to

my wrist before I can grab my bag. His touch is warm, grounding. "Call me after," he says. "Let

But Winona, if you

and Global will take you

his hand before pulling away.

leaving, Kit and River starting, Lisa's confusion with Logan, my fall and everything that entailed-none of it matters right now. Right now, I have a board to convince. The rest will still

***

is intimidating as hell, but I walk in like I own the place. Because, literally, I

barely glancing up. I take my place at the head of the table, setting down my

I say, my voice clear, strong. No hesitation. I've

Harrow, the oldest and most traditional member, says, adjusting his glasses. "We've reviewed your proposal for

financial market is evolving.

slight shift in the

the app is outdated, clunky, and struggling to retain users under thirty-five. We're losing market share to newer, sleeker platforms that offer the same

move through the slides with precision, laying out every key point-where we're failing, where we can win, and exactly how much it will

bold strategy, Mrs. Brennan," one of the women on the board says, tapping her pen against her notepad. "What guarantee do we have

But I do guarantee that if we don't do this, we'll continue hemorrhaging users, and within one year, we'll

marketing budget is

my

death. It's lot of money but here are the projections..." I bring up the next slide. "The

this

very

profitable right now."

a tech guy named Lewis, nods. "She's right. The app now is useless. This makes sense." That's all it takes. The momentum

don't let my relief show. I

You could finance this. Why even bother with the formalities