Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 190

190 Being a Daughter 

(Winona) 

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Jayden walks into my living room with a kind of swagger I haven’t seen in a while. 

He’s got that confident, easy–going smile that used to drive me crazy back in college–the one that says he knows exactly what he wants, and he’s not afraid to go after it. 

“I’m done with therapy,” he says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

I blink at him, caught off guard. “What do you mean, done?” 

“Exactly that. I don’t need to see Barnaby anymore. I’ve got my shit together, and I’m in control. No more sessions.” 

It’s not a question, and he’s not looking for my approval. He’s telling me, plain and simple, that he’s made up his mind. There’s something undeniably attractive about the way he says it–like he’s finally stepping into his own power. 

But there’s also a part of me that’s surprised by how resolute he is. 

“You’re sure about this?” 

“Absolutely,” he says, walking over to me and pulling me into his arms. “I know what I want, and I’m not going to let anything or anyone get in the way of that. And right now, what I want is to take you out on a date.” 

His tone shifts, dropping to that low, playful one he used to use when we were younger, and I can’t help but smile. 

“A date, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just you, me, and some seriously good food. And maybe a little something extra afterward.” 

His suggestive wink makes me laugh, and I shake my head at him. “You’re incorrigible.” 

“Only with you,” he says, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Come on, what do you say?” 

“Okay, you’ve convinced me,” I reply, feeling a flutter of excitement in my belly. It’s been so long since we’ve just been… us. No drama, no chaos. Just Jayden and Winona. 

He grins, giving me that boyish look that used to melt my heart. “Great. I’ll pick you up at seven. Be ready to be wowed. Dress up!” 

As he leaves the room, I watch him go, feeling a mixture of pride and a little bit of awe. This is the Jayden I fell in love with the one who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. 

Maybe this is the new beginning we both need. 

Later that day, I sit down with Mom in the kitchen, the smell of coffee brewing filling the air. She’s been doing better, I can see it in the way she holds herself, the way she talks about the future. 

But there’s still a fragility to her, and I know physically she has ongoing problems but she never talks. about it. 

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190 Being a Daughter 

“I was thinking,” I start, trying to sound casual. “Maybe you could stay here. Permanently, I mean. You could help me with Abby, and we could make up for lost time.” 

Mom’s eyes widen a little, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind. “Winona, I… I’d love to be close to you, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of responsibility. I mean physically I’m not strong. I’d be worried about being alone with her for too long.” 

“Let’s take it a little at a time.” I say, reaching out to take her hand. “Abby would love to have her grandma around. I wouldn’t expect anything out of your comfort zone.” 

Mom looks down at our hands, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll consider it. It’s hard adjusting from being independent, and there’s Cass to consider. It’s just been her and I since she was born.” 

“I get it, Mom. No pressure.” 

Before I can say anything else, Cass bursts into the room, her energy filling the space. “Guess what? I got a job!” 

“Really?” I ask, genuinely surprised. 

“Yeah,” she says, grinning. “It’s not much, just working at a café downtown, but it’s something. I’m saving up, and as soon as I can, I’m moving out. Then, Mom, you can come live with me. I’ll take good care of you.” 

There’s a hint of pride in her voice, but also something else–something that makes me pause. It’s subtle, but I can feel the undercurrent of ownership and jealousy in her words. 

She wants to be the one to take care of Mom. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. But in any case, it’s okay. I get why she feels that way. 

Mom hesitates, looking between us. “We’ll see,” she says gently. “One step at a time.” 

“Sure,” Cass says, though I can tell she’s already making plans in her head. 

I don’t react, just smile and congratulate her on the new job. But the conversation leaves me with a lot to think about. Cass is trying to carve out her own place in the world, just like I did. 

But she’s also fighting for Mom’s attention, to maintain the closeness they’ve shared. And I can’t blame her for that. 

But it does remind me that our family, as much as we’re trying to rebuild it, is still fractured. There are pieces missing, and I’m not sure how to put them all together just yet.