Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband

(Lisa)novelbin

I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a truck. My stomach churns, my mouth tastes like regret, and I'm not entirely sure if it's from the stress of everything with Winona or the bug the nurses warned me was going around. Either way, I feel gross.

I sit up in bed slowly, trying to shake off the nausea. "Okay, Lisa," I mutter to myself. "You're just stressed. Stress does weird things to your body, right?"

I think maybe I need to get back into my meditation and herbal teas.

My stomach rolls again, and I press a hand to it, glaring at the offending body part like it's personally betrayed me. "You will not ruin this day for me."

I'm working on my meeting agenda today to run by Winona tonight, ready for our meeting with the CEO in a week.

This evening, I'm heading back in to help Winona shower after dinner. Once she has all of that under control, she can go home. Jayden does dayshifts with her and then heads home to the kids.

The kids aren't allowed in intensive care, so Winona is desperate to get home.

I haul myself out of bed, take a deep breath, and focus on getting through the day.

But the second I step into the kitchen and smell the automatic coffee maker brewing, my stomach revolts. I gag and quickly grab a glass of water, sipping it slowly as I breathe through my nose. "Not today, Satan," I mutter, trying to push through the wave of nausea. Coffee is my lifeline. Just a few sips will make me feel better.

I pull up my document file on my laptop, and the coffee settles in. I do feel better now. Good. I'm damn nervous about this meeting. That alone is probably setting off my stomach.

I focus on the file and reread it for the 50th time since I wrote it.

It's just a draft, I remind myself. Winona will talk me through it.

I need this day to go fast.

***

"Evening, Sunshine," I say, dropping into the chair beside her hospital bed.

She gives me a tired smile. "You look... pale."

"Gee, thanks. Just what every woman wants to hear."

She raises an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just tired. Didn't sleep great last night," I lie, waving off her concern. The last thing she needs is me dumping my weird health issues on her when she has actual health issues. "How're you feeling?" "Better," she says softly. "Dr. Harris came by earlier. She said I'm healing well physically, but... you know. The emotional part is going to take time."

I nod. "We'll get you there."

Her smile is faint but genuine. "Thanks, Lisa."

We talk for a while, mostly about the upcoming meeting and the agenda I've mocked up. But the longer I sit there, the more my stomach starts to churn again. I shift uncomfortably, hoping she doesn't notice.

"You sure you're okay?" she asks, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm good," I say quickly. "Probably just stress. You know, with everything going on. Plus me trying to be business woman of the year..."

She doesn't look convinced, but thankfully she doesn't push. "Well, make sure you take care of yourself too. You can't pour from an empty cup, right?"

"Right," I say, forcing a smile. "Speaking of cups, I should probably grab us some dinner before I fall asleep in this chair. You want anything in particular?" She shakes her head. "As long as I get some vegetable components, I'm good. You know, I can order my dinner to be delivered."

"I know, but this feels like more fun. Like I'm being useful."

I get up and head to the elevator to

head down to the cafeteria. The

ekned

nausea is back in full force now, and I'm starting to feel lightheaded.. grab the handrail in the elevator

Oh,

the movement in here is not helping.

"Okay, Lisa," I tell myself. "You're fine."

My phone buzzes.

There's a message from the charity CEO's office, confirming the meeting for next week and asking for the agenda I'd like to talk about.

Great. Just what I need. More stress.

I shoot a message back telling her I will send the agenda tomorrow.

This woman is like a dog with a bone. She never gives up. Doubt circles my brain again. I'm not this corporate person. I'm not a high-flying business force to be

reckoned with.

Why would Lance do this to me?

Maybe it's his very last irreverent humor attempt. To make me a fish out of water. Knowing I could never live up to the challenge. No. Lance didn't work that way.

He never had any hesitation in telling people when he thought they weren't cut out for a job. And he was rarely wrong. So did he know something about me I don't know myself? Maybe it's wishful thinking on his part. Maybe it's who he wanted me to be.

The elevator doors open and I step out. The smells of the cafeteria hit me and instead of nausea a hunger pang hits me.

Now I know something is wrong. I'm actually looking forward to the bland sustenance of the cafeteria food now?

God help me. What is this crazy hell I'm living in?

Winona has a lot to answer for making me eat so many dinners here, my body now thinks it actually wants to eat it. My stomach growls loudly again.

Honestly, this must be some kind of joke.