Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

Winona) Jayden's

gone.

I remind myself of that as I walk through the towering glass doors of the office building. He's only in Brussels. Not gone-gone. I have things to do. I'm handling everything. I exhale. I do have this.

So why does it feel like the entire world is off balance?

Kit and River are back at the house, settling into their first official day. The kids were so stoked they practically pushed me out the door. Anne's in the city at her apartment for the week.

The kids are fine. Jayden's fine. Everything is under control.

Except me.

Everywhere I look, there are babies.

Babies in strollers, babies strapped to parents' chests, babies gurgling in cafés.

My heart surges to grab them up, smell their baby smell. Feel their soft new hair. Hold them close and never let them go again. I push the thoughts away. It's not only weird but it's unhinged to think like that about other people's babies.

One locks eyes with me now from the elevator next to mine, chubby hands gripping his pram, drool dripping onto his bib. His mother smiles, wiping his mouth and giving the appropriate going and gahing. Has the whole damn city just given birth?

I should look away from the infant staring at me. I don't. I'm lost in the curious eyes of this baby. Probably nine months old. I remember Henry at that age.

I remember how I'd imagined having an infant in my arms again. I remember what an idiot I was for letting myself believe.

The elevator dings. I force myself forward.

I don't have time for this. I need to get through the day. I've managed the panic attacks over the stairs, and I will manage the nightmares and seeing babies all the time too.

I have to.

Today is about the rebrand. New name, new strategy, new everything. That's where my focus needs to be. I'm heading up a billion-dollar company. I have to prove I can do this. That I am good enough. By the time I step into the sleek conference room, I've shoved every intrusive thought into a locked mental drawer.

The room is already filled with people from the marketing team, along with the designers, all of them seated around the Oak table, waiting. I take my seat at the head.

But there's one empty seat.

"Ciara, where is my Chief of Finance?" I ask my personal assistant. She's bright and bubbly, and efficient.

"Kevin left yesterday. His replacement... seems to be running a little late..."

"Why wasn't I notified we had a new starter today?" This is ridiculous. I need to be notified about these things. This could set everything back.

"Ah, it was already planned before...."

"Before I got here?"

She nods. "Specific instructions from Mr. Collins."

"Wait, Lance had the replacement ready to go?"

"Apparently, yes. For six months. But no one here seems to know what exactly went down. Kevin never spoke much."

"Do we have a name?"

"No. I'm not sure about the details yet. I'll make some calls."

"We don't have time now. We'll deal with it later. Just for the record, I'm told everything before it happens. Even if Lance had it sorted. I hate surprises. Understand that." "Yes, Mrs. Brennan."

"Right, we have a lot to get through," I say, placing my tablet on the table. "Let's get started. I don't have time to wait for someone who may never turn up. Go ahead, hit me with what you have." Silence.

"Anyone?"

A few exchanged glances.

throat. "I'm Ella Duniam. So, um...

stop you right there. I don't want brainstorming.

nodding. "Of course. But

starting point? I

to continue even though I know none of this will be close to

concepts. I skim over them quickly. Some are sleek, some are modern. Some of them are good. None of them

like a

screams middle-aged coupon-clipping housewives. And

swnol

of the design department. "I don't want

Fol

Make it

powerful. Where in these"

gesture

screen-"does

come across?"

I'm met

guys clears his throat. "We were aiming

dominance. Confidence: Why do you think the world still runs on brands like Ferrari and Rolex? Because

More silence.

feel for him trying to shoot his

you've prepared.

why Lance chose these people to be a part of this business at all. Maybe I'm being too harsh. Maybe I need to take a step

Browning." The young exec steps to the end

down and try to

disaster my first day is turning out to be. My shit

Judy is holding onto it

Winona) Jayden's

gone.

only in Brussels. Not gone-gone. I have things to do.

like

River are back at the house, settling into their first official day. The kids were so stoked they practically pushed me

kids are fine. Jayden's fine. Everything

Except me.

I look, there are

strollers, babies strapped to parents' chests, babies

Hold them close and never let them go again. I push

onto his bib. His mother smiles, wiping

staring at me. I don't. I'm lost in the curious eyes of this baby. Probably nine

remember how I'd imagined having an infant in my arms again. I remember what an idiot

I

panic attacks over the stairs, and

I have to.

That's where my focus needs to be. I'm heading up a billion-dollar company. I have to prove I can do this. That I am good enough. By the time I step into the sleek conference

designers, all of them seated around the Oak table, waiting. I take my seat

one

my Chief of Finance?" I ask

left yesterday. His replacement... seems to

ridiculous. I

it was already

"Before I got here?"

nods. "Specific instructions from