Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband

95 No Maybe

(Winona)

Phillip stands at the secure office door, looking like a ghost of the man I once knew.

His eyes are hollow, his frame gaunt, and he seems smaller in presence, as if the actions of his past. mistakes have physically diminished him. I take a deep breath, steeling myself.for what's to come, and open the door wider to let him in. Then I carefully close it behind him.

"Phillip, sit down," Gordon instructs, gesturing to the chair opposite mine.

Phillip steps inside the office, his movements tentative, and sits down heavily. I move to sit in the chair next to him, feeling the tension in the room thicken with every second. "Hi, Phillip," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. The words feel weird coming out, like I'm talking to a stranger rather than the man I considered spending my life with.. "Winona," he replies, his voice cracking. "Thank you for... for letting me come back." His eyes meet mine, and I can see the depth of his regret, the guilt weighing heavily on him. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I'm not sure how I feel really, but I know this must be done. Still, I don't want to mislead him in any way.

my mind.

This is a temporary arrangement for me. The memories of our past-both good and bad-flood my but I push them aside. We have a job to do, and I need to focus on that.

Phillip steps further into the room, looking around the house that used to be our shared dream. "This place hasn't changed much," he says almost casually, but I can hear the nerves in his voice.

"We need to talk. In here, we can talk openly and privately with Gordon. The rest of the house, apart from my bedroom and bathrooms, is monitored at all times, I explain, watching him carefully.

Phillip fidgets with his hands, a sure sign of his nervousness. He looks up at me, and I see the remorse. etched on his face, tears shining in his eyes.

I sigh. "I'm sorry to see you've fallen so low, Phillip. No one deserves that. I hope we can get you back on your feet."

"Winona, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I want you to know how truly sorry I am. I've been a complete fool. Judy... she used me, and I let her."

He takes another deep breath before continuing, "I thought I could keep it separate, that I could protect you and Abby while still benefiting from her money. But I was wrong. So wrong." His voice is filled with genuine regret, and it tugs at my heartstrings despite everything. I study his face, searching for any hint of deceit, but all I see is a broken man. "Why didn't you tell me, Phillip? Why didn't you come to me before things got so out of hand?"

He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples as if trying to massage away the years of stress and guilt. "I was scared. Scared of losing you and Abby, scared of what Judy might do. And the money... It blinded me. I convinced myself I was doing the right thing, but I see how how foolish that was "

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95 No Maybe

(Winona)

Phillip stands at the secure office door, looking like a ghost of the man I once knew.

His eyes are hollow, his frame gaunt, and he seems smaller in presence, as if the actions of his past mistakes have physically diminished him. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come, and open the door wider to let him in. Then I carefully close it behind him.

"Phillip, sit down," Gordon instructs, gesturing to the chair opposite mine.

Phillip steps inside the office, his movements tentative, and sits down heavily. I move to sit in the chair next to him, feeling the tension in the room thicken with every second. "Hi, Phillip," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. The words feel weird coming out, like I'm talking to a stranger rather than the man I considered spending my life with. "Winona," he replies, his voice cracking. "Thank you for for letting me come back." His eyes meet mine, and I can see the depth of his regret, the guilt weighing heavily on him. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I'm not sure how I feel really, but I know this must be done. Still, I don't want to mislead him in any way.

This is a temporary arrangement for me. The memories of our past-both good and bad-flood my mind, but I push them aside. We have a job to do, and I need to focus on that.

Phillip steps further into the room, looking around the house that used to be our shared dream. "This place hasn't changed much," he says almost casually, but I can hear the nerves in his voice.

"We need to talk. In here, we can talk openly and privately with Gordon. The rest of the house, apart from my bedroom and bathrooms, is monitored at all times, I explain, watching him carefully.

I

Phillip fidgets with his hands, a sure sign of his nervousness. He looks up at me, and I see the remorse etched on his face, tears shining in his eyes.

I sigh. "I'm sorry to see you've fallen so low, Phillip. No one deserves that. I hope we can get you back on your feet."

"Winona, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I want you to know how truly sorry I am. I've been a complete fool. Judy. she used me, and I let her."

He takes another deep breath before continuing. "I thought I could keep it separate, that I could protect you and Abby while still benefiting from her money. But I was wrong. So wrong." His voice is filled with genuine regret, and it tugs at my heartstrings despite everything. I study his face, searching for any hint of deceit, but all I see is a broken man. "Why didn't you tell me, Phillip? Why didn't you come to me before things got so out of hand?"

He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples as if trying to massage away the years of stress and guilt. "I was scared. Scared of losing you and Abby, scared of what Judy might do. And the money... It blinded me. I convinced myself I was doing the right thing, but I see now how foolish that was."

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I take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of sadness and pity. "You hurt us, Phillip. You hurt me, and you hurt Abby. But we don't have time to dwell on that now. I need to focus on the present and what we need to do to protect Abby and clear my name."

"I'm here to help get you out of this mess. I know you would never intentionally hurt Jayden's baby or any baby for that matter." His voice is earnest, pleading for me to believe him.

"We need to focus on the present and what we need to do. But you must understand that trusting you fully is not something I'm actively working on at this stage."

He nods, his eyes meeting mine with a newfound determination. "I know. I have no expectations. I will do whatever it takes. I owe you that much, at least."

"We need to go over some ground rules," Gordon says, his tone firm and businesslike. "You two need to always look like a loving couple, not just friends. That means sharing a bedroom, acting affectionate in the monitored areas, and maintaining this facade for as long as it takes." I glance at Phillip, who nods in agreement. "I can do that," he says, his voice steady. "Winona, are you okay with me being affectionate?"

I nod. I'm actually not okay but I know I need to suck it up for the sake of Abby and my case.

Gordon looks satisfied. "Good. Remember, this is about proving Winona's innocence and protecting Abby. We can't afford any slip-ups."

Phillip reaches out, taking my hand in his. "We'll make it work, Winona. I promise." His touch is familiar, yet foreign, and I feel a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, we can pull this off.

"You both need to understand what's at stake here. If we can show a stable, loving household, there's a real chance Abby can come here to stay. Especially if we can show reasonable grounds for her not being safe with Ashlyn."

I'm excited by this news. Abby could come home.

Gordon is still talking, "I have affidavits signed by several people that state what Ashlyn has been like in the past. Can I tell you, one of those people is Judy Brennan. Probably the most damning testimony of all against Ashlyn." "What!" I'm

I'm shocked at this revelation. Judy helping me? There must be a catch,

"Wow. Okay." Phillip says as he and I stare at each other, both processing this unexpected turn of events.

I squeeze Phillip's hand. It's time to focus on the goal. Okay. Let's do this."

Phillip and I stand in awkward silence. Genuine regret is in his eyes. Maybe this can work. It has to work, there is no maybe.

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