Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 506

(Lisa)

I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. My stomach churns, my mouth tastes like regret, and I’m not entirely sure if it’s from the stress of everything with Winona or the bug the nurses warned me was going around. Either way, I feel gross.

I sit up in bed slowly, trying to shake off the nausea. “Okay, Lisa,” I mutter to myself. “You’re just stressed. Stress does weird things to your body, right?”

I think maybe I need to get back into my meditation and herbal teas.

My stomach rolls again, and I press a hand to it, glaring at the offending body part like it’s personally betrayed me. “You will not ruin this day for me.”

I’m working on my meeting agenda today to run by Winona tonight, ready for our meeting with the CEO in a week.

This evening, I’m heading back in to help Winona shower after dinner. Once she has all of that under control, she can go home. Jayden does dayshifts with her and then heads home to the kids.

The kids aren’t allowed in intensive care, so Winona is desperate to get home.

I haul myself out of bed, take a deep breath, and focus on getting through the day.

But the second I step into the kitchen and smell the automatic coffee maker brewing, my stomach revolts. I gag and quickly grab a glass of water, sipping it slowly as I breathe through my nose.

“Not today, Satan,” I mutter, trying to push through the wave of nausea. Coffee is my lifeline. Just a few sips will make me feel better.

I pull up my document file on my laptop, and the coffee settles in. I do feel better now. Good. I’m damn nervous about this meeting. That alone is probably setting off my stomach.

I focus on the file and reread it for the 50th time since I wrote it.

It’s just a draft, I remind myself. Winona will talk me through it.

I need this day to go fast.

***

“Evening, Sunshine,” I say, dropping into the chair beside her hospital bed.

She gives me a tired smile. “You look… pale.”

“Gee, thanks. Just what every woman wants to hear.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just tired. Didn’t sleep great last night,” I lie, waving off her concern. The last thing she needs is me dumping my weird health issues on her when she has actual health issues. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” she says softly. “Dr. Harris came by earlier. She said I’m healing well physically, but… you know. The emotional part is going to take time.”

I nod. “We’ll get you there.”

Her smile is faint but genuine. “Thanks, Lisa.”