All Chapters of Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Jayden)I watched Winona and Ashlyn near the top of the stairs at Palisades Park, their bodies locked in a struggle. I want to intervene, but I need to stay with the kids. My mind races as I try to process what's happening. Abby tugs at my shirt, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Daddy, why is Mommy hurting that lady?" she asks, her voice trembling.Before I can respond, the officer who had just left to get coffee comes rushing back. He sees the struggle and sprints toward them, shouting for them to stop. The commotion has drawn a small crowd of onlookers, and my stomach knots with anxiety."Stay here," I tell Abby and the other kids, my voice firm but gentle. "Everything is going to be okay."I try to keep my eyes on the scene, watching in horror as it looks like Winona is pushing Ashlyn toward the edge.Ashlyn screams, "No, Winona! Don't!" Then she falls, her body rolling down the steep stairs in a terrifying blur. Winona stands there, her face a mix of shock and rage,

(Winona)I sit in the cold, sterile interview room, my heart pounding in my chest. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glare on the metal table between me and the two detectives.My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of my chair, trying to steady myself. Every muscle in my body is tense, and my throat feels like it’s closing up.“Ms. Nolan, you need to understand the seriousness of these charges,” the older detective says, his voice gruff. “We have multiple witnesses who saw you push Ashlyn Brennan down those stairs. She is pressing attempted murder charges.”“I didn’t push her!” I insist, my voice cracking under the weight of my desperation. “She set me up! She said horrible things to me, she provoked me!” I can feel my pulse in my temples, each beat a reminder of my mounting panic.The younger detective leans forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “We’ve done our homework, Ms. Nolan. We know about your history with Mrs. Brennan and Jayden Brennan. There’s a lo

(Jayden)I glance into the window of the hospital room and see Ashlyn, laying there. Her face is devoid of emotion, her expression blank. There are no tears, no redness around her eyes, nothing to indicate the trauma of losing a baby.Surely no one would go so far as to frame someone else, even to the extent of losing their own child? Perhaps, Ashlyn’s capacity for manipulation really knows no bounds. My biggest question is, how much of this has my mother been involved in?I know Ashlyn intimately, and she’s always been dramatic, always excessively theatrical when it comes to dealing with personal matters, particularly concerning Winona and me. My only option now is honesty; this marriage must end, regardless of the circumstances.Baby or no baby, continuing this marriage is impossible. In hindsight, I should never have rushed into this union. I thought we could somehow make it work, but the ongoing saga with Winona has affected Ashlyn more than I had realized, and it’s clear now s

(Winona)I try to gather my thoughts as the cell door creaks open again. This time, it’s Jayden. My heart leaps, but his face is set in a hard, unforgiving mask. My breath catches in my throat.“Jayden?” I whisper, standing up, my hands trembling. “What are you doing here? How did you get in to see me?”“You know money talks. This is the one and only time I’ll speak to you.”“What are you here for?”He doesn’t respond right away, just looks at me with a mix of anger and pain. His jaw is clenched tight, and I can see the hurt in his eyes. “I can’t believe it, Winona,” he finally says, his voice cold. “The evidence is too strong. I saw what I saw. How could you do this? How could you push her?”“Jayden, I didn’t! You have to believe me. She set me up!” I plead, tears streaming down my face, my voice cracking with desperation.“Set you up? Do you realize how insane that sounds? She lost our baby, Winona! My baby!” His voice rises, filled with anguish. “No one would kill their own baby li

(Jayden)Arriving at the penthouse the next morning, I helped Ashlyn out of the limousine and into the building. The familiar surroundings do nothing to ease the tension in my gut. The elevator ride up feels endless, the silence between us thick with unspoken words.I play the part of the doting husband, all the while my mind is on Winona, on the plan, on the desperate hope that this will all be worth it in the end. As Ashlyn settles in, I keep up the charade, making small talk and pretending everything is normal. The place looks like no one has been here since I left. “Ashlyn? Weren’t you living here when I went to Santa Monica?” I ask, glancing around.Ashlyn shakes her head. “Gus asked if I wanted to stay in his guest suite, so I wasn’t alone.”“I see.” I wonder why he did that? My mind races with suspicions.“Does it upset you that I was staying there?” she asks, her voice laced with a hint of worry.“I’m glad you had company,” I replied, forcing a smile.“I never told him I was