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.

to find not only Brook but also

to curry favor, smiling

want a divorce, yet here you are dressing up and having

turned to Brook. Forcing a smile, she asked, "Uncle Brook, didn't you say it

replied, "Everett's your husband, not some stranger. Why are you so formal? He had some free

him countless 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

to Brook's side and

glanced at her coolly, his lips pressed tightly, remaining

with an 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

his throat

over. "Everett,

Selena since she was

a bit

attention. Please don't

snatched it from his hand, her face a mix of discomfort

apologize when

slammed the glass down and said, "Uncle Brook, I'm not feeling well. I think I'll leave."

heels clicking defiantly as she walked away. She didn't even spare Everett a glance. Just moments later, outside the private room, someone grabbed her wrist tightly and