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."

just to see if they'd sink or swim. They didn't all swim. Sometimes, even the right person just isn't ready. "You can do

nod. "I

is warm, grounding.

you get in there and you feel strongly that it really isn't for you. There's no shame in that, you know?" "I

will take you

I squeeze his hand before pulling away.

Lisa's confusion with Logan, my fall

***

hell, but I walk in like I own the

my place at the head of the table, setting down my portfolio with

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

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

counter smoothly. "The financial market is evolving. If we don't evolve with it,

shift in the room.

click the remote, bringing up the first slide of my presentation. "The current version of 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 services but

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

the board says, tapping her pen against her notepad. "What

guarantee that if we don't do

is substantial. Why not roll out these changes in phases instead of all

shake my

die a slow, embarrassing death. It's

this

very

profitable right now."

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

relief show. I simply

You could finance this. Why even