Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 149

149 Hangover Regrets 

(Jayden) 

I wake up with a pounding headache that swears me off drinking forever. The sunlight is stabbing through the curtains like a knife, and I groan, pulling the covers over my head. My mouth is fully carpeted, and I must have swallowed sandpaper. 

I roll over and the bed is empty. Wait. My hazy mind is slowly piecing things together. This isn’t Winona’s bedroom, it’s mine. 

Someone has put my body through a meat grinder, I’m certain. But that’s not the worst of it–no, the worst part is the memories flashing back of that argument, bringing with them a fresh wave of regret. 

Last night, well early this morning, was a disaster. I can still see the hurt in Winona’s eyes, hear the venom in our voices as we ripped into each other. The alcohol didn’t help, but that’s no excuse. 

I let my temper get the best of me, and now I’ll pay the price. 

Wow. Maybe I should just lay here all day. I mean, I could. The extra sleep will do me good. But my eyes pop open and I know there’s not chance of me going back to sleep. 

I force myself out of bed, wincing as the room spins. I shuffle to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and stare at the reflection of a man who’s clearly had better days. My eyes are bloodshot, my hair’s a mess, and I look like I’ve been hit by a truck. 

Perfect. Just perfect. 

I need to clear my head. Work. Work always helped when my personal life needed to be drowned out. I’ll go to the office, dive into some deals, and maybe, just maybe, I can stop thinking about how badly I screwed up last night. 

Maybe I can work out how to fix this. 

My stomach rumbles but it isn’t from hunger. I’m sure I’m going to lose whatever is down there anytime soon. I head out the door anyway. Work will help clear my head. 

When I get to the office, I’m not feeling much better. Lucky I have a driver. It’s Saturday, so the place should be dead. But as I walk down the hall, I spot Lance in his office, hunched over his laptop with a scowl. 

“Maybe I’ve died, and this is Heaven?” I say as Lance has never been one for working weekends no matter how much I begged him before. “What are you doing here apart from giving me a heart attack to find you working on a weekend?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe. 

Lance doesn’t even look up. “I was bored.” 

“That level of boredom doesn’t exist in your universe. Seriously, though, what are you doing here on a Saturday? Shouldn’t you be managing your hangover with Lisa?” 

Lance finally glances up, his expression dark. “Lisa’s too busy with Phillip these days. So, I figured, why -not bury myself in work? Seems to work for you.” 

I raise an eyebrow, stepping into the room. “Jealous, are we?” 

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He snorts. “I don’t do jealous.” 

“Maybe you should. You and Lisa have been together a lot lately.” 

Lance shrugs, playing it off. “Who cares? I’m here, working, Instead of drinking myself into a stupor, so that’s got to count for something, right?” 

“Or you’re just avoiding dealing with your shit,” I say, crossing my arms. “Which, if I’m being honest, is classic Lance.” 

“You’re one to talk. I’m guessing you’re here because you did your usual ‘I’m totally butt hurt by your comment‘ and stormed out.” 

“I didn’t storm out,” I protest, but then I go and sit in the chair opposite him. “Okay, there was a little storming out involved.” I admit. 

Lance laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Sure, a little. Let me guess, Winona told the truth and, instead of manning up, you bolted like a scared rabbit.” 

I glare at him, not in the mood for his shit. “You know what, Lance? Screw you.” I stand up again and the chair almost topples backwards. “Thave work to do.” 

“I rest my case. Here you go again.” 

“Who died and made you the world’s best fucking psycho–analyst?” 

Lance rolls his eyes. “You are very fragile today. 

“You are very close to getting punched.” 

“Make the first one a good one because we all know you never get a second.” He grins. 

“Why does the world hate me so much today? Can’t you just be at home repunishing your liver?” 

“Sorry to interrupt your running away.” 

“I’m not running away,” I snapped. “I’m giving her time to cool off.”