All Chapters of Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

(Winona)The first thing I feel is exhaustion—a bone-deep, crushing weight that makes it nearly impossible to move. My body aches everywhere, like I’ve been run over by a truck.My head pounds, and my throat feels dry, but I force my eyes open, blinking against the soft light.“Mommy?” A small voice breaks through the fog, hesitant but hopeful.I blink again, and there she is. Abby, her little face framed by messy pigtails, her big blue eyes filled with worry. “Abby,” I rasp, my voice barely audible.Her face lights up, and she leans in close, clutching the edge of the bed. “You’re awake!” she exclaims, her voice trembling with relief. “I missed you so much, Mommy!”I try to lift my hand, but it feels like lead. Instead, I manage a weak smile. “I missed you too, sweetie,” I whisper.“Alright, sweetheart, let’s give Mommy a little space,” Anne’s calm voice comes from somewhere nearby. “Glad you’re back with us, Winona.”Abby shakes her head fiercely. “No! I want to stay with Mommy!”“I

(Cass)Henry is a whirlwind of energy, zipping around the lounge like a tiny hurricane, clinging to the TV remote he’s found and smacking it against the couch.Jayden keeps half an eye on him while balancing a steaming cup of coffee and scrolling through something on his phone. “Should I be worried that your kid’s favorite pastime is destruction?” I ask, leaning against the back of the couch. Jayden smirks but doesn’t look up. “He’s not destructive. He’s… curious.” “Curious? That’s one word for it.” “Curiosity is healthy,” he smiles.Henry giggles and bolts along the floor as I make a beeline to get the remote back off him.“Healthy for him maybe.” I huff and puff as I wrestle the object out of his vice-like grip. “Give me that before you break something, little man.” Henry retaliates with an ear-piercing squeal that makes me cringe. Jayden just grins and plucks him off the floor, holding him upside down like a sack of potatoes. “That’s enough, buddy. Aunt Cass is tired of your a

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. Me

(Jayden)I sink into the chair beside Lisa and Cass, once I’ve signed the permission forms, my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands.The adrenaline from holding it together for Winona is wearing off, leaving me raw and exposed. My whole body is tight, and the silence is suffocating.But I have no clue what to say to them. I don’t want to make promises I may not be able to keep.Cass is the first to break it. “She’s tough,” she says, her voice firm but shaking at the edges. “Winona doesn’t quit. She’s been through worse and come out swinging. She’ll get through this.” I look up at her, appreciating the confidence she’s trying to project. “I want to believe that,” I say quietly. “But seeing her like that...” I trail off, unable to finish the thought. Cass sits forward, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “Do you think she knew?” she asks softly. I frown. “Knew what?” “The baby… was…gone,” Cass says, her voice barely above a whisper. “She seemed so... hopeful this mornin

(Cass)Lisa and I head out of the hospital. The air feels a little fresher out here, but only just. The tension from inside the Brennan Wing clings to me like a second skin. Hospitals are never places I want to be.It always seems to be bad news for someone. Mom passed away here and that’s still raw. I miss her. It was always her and I. Not being able to hug her now is something I may never get used to.No matter what she was always in my corner. Winona is too, but she does it with a hefty dose of expectation of me to improve things. That’s not a bad thing but some days it’s hard to see how things can change.“She’ll be okay,” Lisa says quietly, her voice soft. It’s almost jarring to hear her without her usual sarcastic bite.“Yeah,” I reply, exhaling slowly. “I think you’re right, but this is going to be hard for them both. Losing a baby changes people, doesn’t it? But they’ve got each other, right?”Lisa shrugs, her expression unreadable. “I’m not really sure where they stand with