Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

As Selena glanced at the caller ID, she hesitated for a moment before answering the call. "Hey, Uncl Brook," she said.

"Selena, do you have time to grab dinner tonight?" Brook's voice was warm and inviting, as usual.

"Your aunt recently visited a popular fortune-teller and got you a fertility charm. She said it's incredibly effective. She insisted I give it to you. I also have some health supplements meant to help with fertility."

Selena was on the brink of divorcing Everett, so why would she need a fertility charm or those supplements? After years of consuming them, the thought made her mouth dry and bitter, and even hearing about them made her feel nauseous. No amount of praying could overcome Everett's constant vigilance.

Without the divorce papers in hand, Selena was reluctant to see Brook. She knew he would oppose the divorce, and she wasn't sure she could hold her ground in his presence.

It was better to act first and explain later.

She was mulling over an excuse to bail when Brook added, "Selena, don't worry. I didn't invite your aunt this time. I know how her comments can make you uncomfortable. It'll just be a chat between us; we haven't caught up in ages." With that, Selena felt she couldn't refuse, "Alright." She owed Brook so much and regarded him as a father figure.

Snapping back to reality, Selena tried calling Everett, only to find his phone turned off. Frustrated, she put it down and spent half an hour venting, cursing until her throat was dry.

At eight o'clock, Selena arrived at the restaurant's private room.

She didn't want Brook to sense anything was off, so she had spent the afternoon pampering herself at the salon-skin treatment, makeup, the works, all to appear her best.

Like every other time, she wanted to show she was doing well so he wouldn't worry.

she was startled to find not only Brook but also Everett, sitting smugly at the

was clearly trying to

One moment, you are claiming you want a divorce, yet here you are dressing up and having your uncle arrange a dinner to

smile, she asked, "Uncle Brook, didn't you say it would just

stranger. Why are you so formal?

times to join her for a family meal, to no avail. Now that a divorce was on the table, he suddenly had time. Brook gestured to the seat beside Everett,

walked stiffly to Brook's side and sat

at her coolly, his lips pressed tightly, remaining

awkward smile, couldn't pretend anymore. He had arranged this dinner after hearing whispers of their divorce. The rumors had spread from the boardroom executives. Initially skeptical, Brook now had to believe it. He shot Selena several imploring looks, hoping

his throat and

things over. "Everett,

since she was

She's a

to get your attention. Please don't be upset. I apologize on her behalf."

he raised his glass to drink it down, Selena snatched it from

she apologize when Everett

glass down and said, "Uncle Brook, I'm

spare Everett a glance. Just moments later, outside the private room, someone grabbed her wrist tightly and pushed her against the hallway wall. Under the soft light, Everett's strikingly handsome