Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 43

Winter followed her colleagues into the club. She knew the owner of this particular establishment. He was Dominic Lynch, one of Chris’s closest friends.

In Liono City, most of the high–end nightlife spots were owned by the Lynch family. Nocturne was one of their flagship venues.

“Grab a seat, everyone,” Sam called out, waving them over to the reserved booth. “Order whatever you

like. It’s on me.”

It was a prime booth they had reserved in advance. On most nights, this particular spot was usually impossible to book, even with weeks of notice.

“I just hope certain people with trash tolerance have some self–awareness tonight. If you can’t drink, don’t try to be a hero,” Wendy said lightly from across the table, casting Winter a casual glance.

The comment was barely disguised.

Everyone in the news department knew Winter couldn’t hold her liquor, but they also knew she loved a good crowd. She was far too bold for her own good. If someone offered a drink, she would drink without hesitation.

At first, everyone assumed she had a high tolerance. Otherwise, who would drink that recklessly?

Until the night she got drunk and wrapped herself around a lamppost outside the station, loudly confessing her love to it and calling it “darling.” The humiliation was legendary.

Sam teased Wendy. “Look at you, so worried about her.”

“I’m not worried about her!” Wendy shot back, flustered.

Winter smiled as she popped a piece of fruit into her mouth and shot Wendy a deliberately teasing look, one brow raised.

Wendy’s ears turned red. “What are you doing?”

“What did I do?” Winter asked, putting on her most innocent expression.

Wendy huffed and turned away, pretending to rejoin the conversation with the others. But out of the corner of her eye, she kept track of the drinks in front of Winter.

She hadn’t forgotten what happened last time.

That night, Winter had gotten drunk and wrapped herself around a lamppost, loudly declaring her love for it. Wendy had been the one who couldn’t stand watching any longer. She had marched over and dragged Winter off the pole.

And then Winter had immediately thrown her arms around Wendy and burst into tears in her arms.

Of course, the next day Winter denied the whole thing.

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Every head snapped toward the male coworker who had spoken.

“What? Why are you all looking at me like that?” he said quickly, raising both hands. “I swear I wasn’t snooping. I went to the print room the other day and saw her printing divorce papers.”

Divorce?

Winter being married was not a secret. A year ago, she had been pregnant and had taken leave following a late–term miscarriage. Everyone in the department knew.

As for who she had married, no one had ever pressed for details. They were coworkers. Even as journalists, they didn’t dig into each other’s private lives.

No one had expected she would be getting divorced.

Right then, Winter let out a soft sound and leaned lazily against the back of the booth. Her eyes were unfocused.

“That’s right,” she said, dragging out each word. “I am getting divorced.”

“Good grief,” Wendy hissed, scrambling to cover her mouth. “Do you have to announce it to the whole club?”

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