Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 104

+25 BONUS

104 How Did She Do It?

(Ashlyn)

The words are a cold slap, a reminder of the precariousness of my position. "He loves me," | insist, my voice

shaking slightly, betraying the fear that Judy's presence instills in me.

"I'm sure," she replies, her sarcasm cutting deep.

"He does!" My voice cracks, the pressure mounting, the walls closing in.

"He's said a lot of things lately, but loving you isn't one of them," she counters, her voice a calm contrast to my

increasing desperation.

The balance of power has shifted, and | feel it with every fiber of my being. Judy, with her strategic silences and

her measured threats, has reshaped the battlefield. She's just shownhow easily she can pull the strings.

| eye Judy carefully, my gaze sharpening as | attempt to assert control over the conversation. "Jayden and I will

stay together," | state firmly, trying to convince both Judy and myself of my words.

"He can't bear to let you touch him. He knows the truth about what you did," Judy retorts with a steely.

calm that unnerves me. Her words leave a chill in their wake.

A flicker of doubt crosses my mind. How does she know that? Has he confided in her, or is she just bluffing to

unsettle me?

He won't lettouch him-that much is true. He claims my body needs tto recover. | don't believe him, but it

doesn't matter. As long as we stay married, I'm convinced he'll eventually see things my way.

"I think he feels sorry for you," Judy continues, her eyes drilling into mine, each word a calculated thrust aimed

to undermine my resolve.

| glare at her, feeling the heat of anger in my cheeks. "I know Gus does," she adds, twisting the knife

further.

Quick to defend my position, | snap back, "You don't know anything. They don't have to feel sorry for me.

I've won."

"Won what? Jayden still loves Winona. Even after everything. You've won nothing." Judy counters sharply. her

voice rising slightly in volume, reverberating in the tense air between us,

My temper erupts, unable to contain the mounting frustration and fury. "He does not. He loves me. He's always

loved me. | just need her out of the way long enough for him to realize that," | growl, my voice low and fierce,

the words spilling out with intensity. Judy rises from her chair, her movements deliberate and ominous as she

steps closer to me.

The space around us is charged with her menacing energy. "I know you set up Winona. | don't need proof. That's

your style. She's telling the truth. Winona would never put the life of Jayden's baby at risk like that. Unlike you."

The room seems to close in onas she circles me. The hate in her eyes is real, and for a moment, | reconsider

my tactics.

104 How Did She Do 117

+25 BONUS

Perhaps provoking Judy wasn't wise. "I don't know what you're talking about..." My voice falters, betraying my

faltering confidence despite my attempts to sound assured. "I lost the baby from her pushing me."

"But did you? Did you really?" Judy's voice is a whisper now, lethal and quiet, carrying more threat in its softness

than any shout could.

"Yes. The doctor's report says so," | assert, clinging to the official evidence I have.

"But is that what really happened? Or is it just what you want everyone to believe? Judy's words are like ice, cold

and sharp.

My resolve begins to crumble as she invades my personal space, her presence overwhelming. "You think you're

all that. You think you have the best of me. You deliberately took the life of my grandchild. | know that. | won't

ever forgive you. | will make you pay," she whispers, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm not scared of you,

Judy," | attempt to rally, but my voice shakes, revealing my growing fear.

She's right in my face now, her expression one of pure malice. "What? You think Greg Brennan's heart attack was

from natural causes? That asshole deserved so much more pain. He struggled for breath for a good hour while |

had my cup of tea. They say it feels like drowning out of water. | was too kind to him, really." Her smile is sinister,

her eyes gleaming with dark intent.

Panic sets in as my heart pounds violently. Sweat breaks out across my forehead, and the room spins slightly

Overwhelmed by Judy's proximity, the way she invades my personal space sends a cold shiver down my spine.

Her eyes, mere inches from mine, are not just angry-they're vengeful and calculating. "Don't think you're safe,

Ashlyn. Not ever. You don't know when, you don't know where, and you don't know how...but I'm going to get

you," she whispers, each word a venomous drop of poison meant to paralyze.

My legs buckle and Judy's grip turns from supportive to controlling, guidingtowards the nearest bedroom

with an iron clasp. Her facade of concern does little to mask the looming threat she represents. As she ushers me

into bed, her touch is both chilling and suffocating.

"You really should be more careful, my dear daughter-in-law: Tea is not the only way to administer things," she

continues, her voice a haunting lullaby that spells danger.

Her lips brush against my cheek in a mock kiss. As her whispered words penetrate my consciousness, | realize

the full extent of my peril. | may never wake up again.

The room spins as Judy's laughter echoes around me, her presence overwhelming every sense. Ast darkness

edges my vision, a deep, unsettling fear washes over me. How did she do it?

How did she drug me? That haunting question is the last coherent thought that flickers through my before

everything slips into the void.

mind