Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband

Trigger Warning:

The following chapter contains sensitive content, including the loss of a pregnancy and scenes of emotional distress. This may be triggering for some readers, particularly those who have experienced similar situations. Please proceed with care, and remember to prioritize your well-being. If needed, take a break or seek support.

(Winona)

I'm propped up in bed with a stack of pillows, sipping herbal tea from a handmade ceramic mug Klara sent as part of a care package all the way from Brussels.

It came with a range of her organic herbal teas, a lavender-scented balm, and a handwritten note in her elegant script: Rest your body, nurture your heart, and trust your strength, Winona. That woman always seems to know what I need before I do.

I'm so grateful and thankful for meeting her. I miss her gentle counsel and seeing her on a daily basis now I'm back in the States.

My body feels stronger today, the heaviness weighing me down since the fall has lifted ever so slightly. Mentally, not hearing that heartbeat is still hard. But I'm remaining positive right now.

I take another sip of tea and glance at Jayden, who's holding Henry like a pro, bouncing him gently while scrolling through his phone with his free hand. He looks up and catches me watching. "What's that look for?" he asks, smirking. "Nothing," I say with a small smile. "Just appreciating the view. You've come a long way from the guy who used to live for his business."

"Somewhere along the way, I realized there are more important things in life than business... and my own ego," he says, walking over to the bed. He leans down and kisses my forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment. "How are you feeling?" "Better," I say honestly. "I'm going to take a shower, freshen up a little."

"You can't get that head wound wet."

"Relax, I have a shower cap and I won't get my head wet at all."

"Okay. How do you feel about the ultrasound later today," he asks gently, his eyes scanning my face. "Once they find the heartbeat, we'll be cleared to go home."

Home. The word feels like a warm embrace.

I'm already imagining standing in the kitchen, helping Abby bake cookies, and watching Henry toddle around the living room while the older kids argue over which movie to watch. The house isn't perfect yet, but it's ours, and I'm ready to make it our home. I glance out the window, my mind drifting to the room that could be the nursery.

I hadn't allowed myself to really think about it before, but after the ultrasound... Maybe we can finally start planning. A soft green for the walls, a rocking chair by the window, a crib tucked into the corner. I press a hand to my belly, feeling a flicker of hope I hadn't dared acknowledge until now.

Anne appears by my bedside with a tray. "Lunch is ready," she says, her voice warm and maternal. She sets the tray down on the bedside table, revealing a steaming bowl of chicken pasta, a slice of buttered bread, and a side of fresh fruit. "Anne, you're spoiling me," I say, my stomach growling in response to the heavenly aroma.

"You need to keep your strength up," she says firmly. "Eat up. The kids are eating in the kitchen and then I'm taking them to the house to have some outdoor time."

I nod, picking up the fork and savoring the first bite. It's everything I remember-warm, comforting, and made with love.

I glance over at Jayden, who's now wrestling a giggling Henry into his highchair. "Come on, Tornado, let's eat with your Mommy."

My heart swells with gratitude. For all the uncertainty, for all the pain, I have this. My family.

After finishing most of the small meal, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Jayden is there instantly, holding out a hand to steady me. "I've got it," I insist, placing my feet firmly on the ground. "See? No wobbles." "Impressive," he says, but he stays close as I take a few tentative steps.

"I'm ready for the shower," I announce, grabbing the clean clothes Anne folded earlier.

"Need help?" Jayden asks, his tone a mix of concern and teasing.

"Absolutely not," I say with a laugh. "You can hold the fort out here. I've got this."

He watches me closely as I make my way to the bathroom, his protective instincts on full display. close the door behind me and let out a smat sigh. It feels good to have some independence again, even if it's just for a few minutes.

Not taking any chances, I sit on the shower stool.

The handheld showerhead sprays gently as let the water wash over my skin. I use the liquid soap and for the first time in days, I feel human again.

wn

But then, without warning, a sharp, stabbing pain shoots through my lower abdomen. I gasp, clutching the stool arms for support. No. No, no, no.

"Jayden!" I scream. The showerhead falls to the shower base as the pain intensifies, and I double over, my breathing ragged.

A pain sears through the wounded part of my head. "Jayden!" I scream out again, not able to get up.

The door flies open, and Jayden is there in an instant, his face a mask of panic. "Winona?" his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "The baby... I... I can't get up..."

"I got you."

Another wave of pain hits, and Jayden lifts me as I double over again.

"Okay," he says, though his voice shakes, "I've hit the buzzer, Winona."

He grabs a towel and covers me as best he can. "Let's get back to the bed."

But I'm not okay. I can feel I'm not.

QUMS

Like magic he has me on the bed and he pulls the towel around me.

But when I glance down, the sight of blood on the bed steals the breath from my lungs.

"No," I whisper, shaking my head. "No." I close my eyes and wish for the darkness to swallow me up. "Stay with me, Winona," he pleads. "Stay with me."

I open my eyes and clutch his hand, tears streaming down my face. "The baby... Jayden, the baby..."

Jayden leans closer, his forehead pressed against mine. "I'm here," he whispers. "I'm not going anywhere."

But I can't stop the sobs that rack my body. Medical staff appear and rush into action.

Deep down, I know.

I know this miracle pregnancy is over.