Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 441

(Winona)

I type out the message carefully, pausing after each sentence to make sure I haven’t missed anything. This appointment has to be airtight in terms of confidentiality—no chance of anyone finding out what it’s really about.

W: Hi, I’d like to confirm an ultrasound appointment. Discretion is critical. Can you ensure my records are sealed and only accessible to me and the attending physician?

The response comes quickly, and I feel a flicker of relief.

Clinic: Of course, Mrs. Brennan. Your privacy is our utmost priority. We have a slot available tomorrow at 10 a.m. Will that work for you?

W: Perfect. Thank you.

I sit back and stare at the phone, the screen glowing in the soft afternoon light streaming through the cottage window. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll hear the baby’s heartbeat. And if everything’s okay. If.

I type another message, this time to Jayden.

W: Scan is tomorrow. 10am. U think u can pull off the magic plan?

His reply comes a few minutes later, as calm and collected.

J: Already in motion. Don’t worry.

I let out a breath, clutching the phone to my chest for a moment. He makes it sound so easy, like coordinating an undercover ultrasound appointment while dodging Judy’s watchful eyes is just another day at the office.

I step into the kitchen, where the kids’ caretakers are busy cleaning up after lunch. “Just a heads-up,” I say casually. “I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. I’ll need you all to get the kids’ morning routine done before school, please.”

“Yes, of course. No problem. You okay, Mrs. Brennan?” asks Elise, one of the younger caretakers. She’s about my age and has been a godsend during this chaotic time.

I really hope she isn’t the one who’s been sucked in by Judy.

“I’m fine, but please, don’t call me that,” I say with a small laugh. “Just Winona is fine. I’m not Mrs. Brennan anymore—well, soon I won’t be.”

Her brows furrow slightly with concern. “We’ll miss you. Are you sure you’re okay? Nothing serious at the doctor?”

“Oh, no. Not really" I say, keeping my tone light and casual. “I have a history of endometriosis and PCOS. Stress doesn’t help. Been having a lot of pain lately, and I don’t want to travel in pain with the kids.”

She nods, her face kind but professional. “We’ll keep things running here. You just focus on getting yourself sorted.”

“Thanks. I should be back by lunch. Afterward, I’ll set a firm date for leaving and focus on packing.”

I leave the kitchen, the cover story firmly in place, and head outside to the garden. The fresh air is crisp and soothing, carrying the faint scent of flowers and damp earth. This garden has become my sanctuary, my happy place.