Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

In the next moment, Selena snapped out of it and shoved him away with a fierce determination. "I want a divorce, and it's not because of this!" she declared. Everett's handsome face turned as dark as a stormy night. "Oh really? If it's not about the money, then what's it about?"

Selena's eyelashes fluttered with emotion. If she had to pinpoint her biggest regret over the past three years, it would be taking Joy's advice when all her attempts to catch his eye had failed. Joy had assured her that, given what she knew about Everett, being gentle and soft wouldn't work, so she had to try the opposite approach.

"You gotta spend his money like there's no tomorrow," Joy had said. "Demand gifts left and right-where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is."

Back then, Selena was desperate, so she went along with it. She started buying only the most expensive things, pestering him to buy more and more stuff. That's how she ended up with a second credit card.

But to a man as wealthy as Everett, the money she spent was a drop in the ocean. It didn't even make him blink, let alone notice her more. Instead, it became a stick he could beat her with during their arguments a sign of her supposed greed.

After they got married, her uncle and aunt hinted that she should nudge Everett to help her family more, but she always refused, using her lack of business knowledge as an excuse. She never asked him for anything.

She was his wife, so spending his money shouldn't come with guilt. But when it came to the Bennett Corporation, she had her pride.

Still, he lumped all these accusations on her.

Selena's lips turned pale, and she opened her mouth as if to explain, but then she just smiled at herself a little bitterly.

"Got nothing to say?" Everett smirked, letting out a derisive snort.

his cuffs, slipping back into his usual composed and superior tone. "I can agree to the business deal, but you need to come home tonight. No more clubbing or wearing those revealing outfits.

Do you want people gossiping about him at his own party, driving him to an early

Selena met his dark eyes, her voice steadier than it had ever been. "Your business with

reached into her purse, pulled out a credit card, and handed it to him. "Take it back, along with everything you've ever bought me. It's

to the card, his expression growing colder. "What are you

don't want any of it

said I was insatiable, right? Well, you're right. After the divorce, I'll get

flared again, barely controlled. "Selena, have I

chuckled, a mocking edge to her voice. "Do

nothing she did was ever good enough. Only the favored Margot could act fearlessly around

the one he was tired

anger, and he nearly grinding his teeth. "Is this all about getting a

started that

paused, then countered, "What? Have you changed your mind? Do you think I'm worthy of

clouded his gaze, and he replied without missing a beat, "Don't even

is wearing thin.

can give you the project but you need to take back what you said and apologize. Then

an out, and she