Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett's anger was like a storm brewing, and a noticeable darkness shadowed his face. He grabbed Selena's chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

His rage twisted into a bitter laugh, his voice cutting and ruthless. "Selena, are you losing your mind over money? You've been lounging around since we got hitched, living it up and spending like there's no tomorrow. And now you talk about splitting assets? Have you ever earned a dime?" Selena's hand clenched tightly.

Something clicked in Everett's mind, and mockery filled his gaze as his words cut through like a cold wind. "You're in such a rush for divorce. Are you heading back to your dear uncle to find another fool to swindle?"

Selena's chest heaved with fury. She'd given up on expecting anything decent to come from his mouth, but still, he managed to sink even lower.

Her eyes turned red, and tears threatened to spill, but when Everett looked at her, she masked it all with a casual smile. "You don't think you can scare me out of splitting the assets, do you?"

Then, something dawned on her, turning her gaze icy. "Given what you've done to me, even half feels like a loss."

If she hadn't escaped that night, she wouldn't be here discussing divorce and assets. She would bring him down with her as well.

Everett's brow tightened, confusion flickering in his dark eyes. What had he done to her?

Selena yanked herself free from his grip, her voice strong and unwavering, "We didn't sign a prenup, so from the moment you signed that marriage certificate, half of every penny you've made is mine. If you're not clear on that, I don't mind having my lawyer teach you a thing or two about marriage law!"

Why should she back down? That would just leave everything for the mistress, and she wasn't about to play the martyr.

Everett laughed in pure frustration, a hint of red at the corners of his eyes as he glared at her, his teeth grinding. "Fine, let's see if you can actually take half of my fortune!"

gathering her strength before seeing Brook emerge

much he'd overheard, but she didn't bother asking, waiting for him to speak

unfazed and simply said, "Let's

to seeking fertility blessings. Not a word was said about the argument. They acted like nothing had happened. Before leaving the car, Selena couldn't hold back, "Uncle Brook, I'm divorcing Everett." As she said it, she braced for a

But how long before you're back together? I give it three days

embarrassment or the fact that their divorce papers had been revealed at a senior meeting. It was the

to end up begging for reconciliation. No one took her seriously now-not her uncle, and

...

the apartment,

low whistle. Your aunt only gets excited about you having kids. She's usually so stingy but splurged

fish. If you have the Bennett family heir, you'll be set, and

a smile, staying

might not agree to the divorce

roused by ten alarms, picked up

clock

he slept,

the mornings. So when he answered, his voice was deep

the point, "When are we

do you even know what